Letra Flavor Unit Assassination Squad de 45 King original
(feat. Apache, Double J, Lakim Shabazz) Yo Everybody in the Flavor Unit is real def But we're gonna make one record altogether Who's gonna go first? VERSE 1: Apache> Here's another rapper that thought he caught me 'sleep MC's, you feel frogous - leap Rhymin dictionaries - on the contrary Your style's plain, it stays the same, mines vary >From a to z, just like the alphabet Find another brother to fuck> with, cause I'ma get Angry, then run through the chain of command The last to stand fled, cause he's a dead man Egos are bruised, MC's get confused I filter out the wack, then cruise Past at a swift pace, let's lace The rhyme with dope - take a toke, just in case The song's too strong, take two pulls and pass Smoke fumes from the mic might make you gasp For another breath, it's a slow death Fight, you tried, but you died, now who's left? Dead on arrival, if you survive you'll Remember the name, Flavor Unit'll guide you Apache, that's me, so flee Stop talkin, I'm a walkin one-man posse You're steppin on thin ice, flexin smooth and nice Each cut's precise, here's some advice A lotta power, it's time to peep the God Of the Flavor Unit Assassination Squad VERSE 2: Lakim Shabazz> There's no need to wonder why you was kept in the dark Your rhymes are not flowin, they're showin stretchmarks Who told you we were dead broke? Thinkin you're choice and your voice sound like you got a stretched throat You're just another duck, a certified buttercup You better duck, I'm throwin lyrical uppercuts Verses are versatile, I'm worth your while Put a punk against me, I murder the child Thinkin of a mystery that gets to me Playin around sayin you're gonna dis the G You wish to be, just like me You wanna battle me? I insist that we Toss up a coin - head's up, now let's kick off The Hip-Hop Superbowl, see who'll get picked off Not me, I'ma win by a mile or two And make you feel like a molecule I stand in the square of pure righteousness Your song was dope, but yo, it's not hype as this They say you live a life of the rich and famous To me it's the life of the weak and nameless Rappers get roasted, toasted, barbecued Lyrics explode and blown into particles Thought you were sly and slick, a clever cat You take me out? Yo - never that I'm God a, descendant of Master Farrahd The Flavor Unit Assassination Squad VERSE 3: Queen Latifah> Make a wish like Aladdin I'ma step to the mic, you wish you hadn't Cause I get mad when You attempt to invade my queendom Stop dreamin, don't hand me that I murder main men handicapped A female prevails, start bitin your nails You're nervous, join the service, I'm hyped as hell The feminine teacher in the form of Queen Latifah I hype the mic and pump the speakers I don't wanna dig too deep, who are you to sleep? On me, the Queen of the Flavor Unit posse You wanna step? Then step hard This is the Flavor Unit Assassination Squad VERSE 4: Double J> I listen to some riff while the others stand stiff I'll uplift the gift and have nothin to deal with You're bull, some get pull from, it hurts my nerve But I'ma serve, give em what they deserve They wanna try to act hot like they just won a jackpot Think they can flow (but no, not by a long shot) The J without delay here to display While other rappers decay the Flavor Unit will stay On the top of the situation Untouchable concentration leads to elevation We'll stay untouched with the style that's too much As the mic gets clutched, such A dope voice puts fear in your heart through your ear Listen close, and you'll hear The Unit coincide as one, outsiders run You want respect? Forget it, you're gettin none I'll advise, improvise, teach you learnin Get respect the old fashion way - we'll earn it But you execute before I'm through, yo This is what I'm prepared to do Rock that ass real fast, the nation's hard The Flavor Unit Assassination Squad VERSE 5: Lord Alibaski> Get swift possession, a lyrical session A family affair, Alibaski's lettin Off another dose of words to shank a man Tenacious, the hip-hop anchorman Little bit of rep growin and it's dominant Roll MC's over on my own ??? Since the beat 68 causes a swirl Creating the 8th wonder of the world It's my turn, so I think I'll flow till I can make a mountain out of a molehill The King will let off his beat that's so chill Release me, so I can go kill Competators who work through hours of rain I'm a notorious lenchman, I got powers of pain Pure punishment, so run and get Reserves, so I can serve abundant with Ship em out to me, cause the dollars are greener The verse quenched your thirst with dope misdemeanor Are you capable? Spit it out, tell me are you able Or would you prefer the view from the ??? table Razorsharp, hits are bein landed Played my part, diss, I'm countin heads, and The dynamic duo of the Flavor, you know Ready for any- and everybody or who, so Be it, when my lyrics fill the air I get hungry, and the mic's my silverware I played it cool, you face your doom, I'm large The Flavor Unit Assassination Squad