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[incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since i’m a don i’m pullin’ out a hit
’cause i’m fired up, i’m tired of all the bullsh-t
flavor unit, it’s time to attack the prey
so make way for hip-hop’s green beret

bring on the refills, you see we feel
the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
i’m an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
let me explain you got 8 million ways to die

we torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
have that -ss lookin’ just like this boo-boo slipped the door
known to kill, dunk skills, erupt
you ask why? my reply is ‘i don’t give a f-ck’

i’m a panther, i love fresh meat
after i kill ya, i’ma leave ya body across 110th street
my tactics are drastic and real fast
i tie one to a truck and go drag ya -ss

i’m more than a threat, i’m a problem
to h-ll with cotton, watch out when i come to harlem
so don’t whisper or make a sound or croak
sh-t ya prop, go straight back down ya throat

everyday all day this be the hard way
puttin’ rappers outta commission even on an off-day
flavor unit rules g, we’re takin’ rappers out
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here comes trouble and it’s all that, in fact contact
you’re next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
while you slip, i grips so expect to get bruised
ask me if i give a f-ck ’cause i ain’t got sh-t to lose

f-ck around, lay around and get stuck up
you beat me? wait a minute, hold the f-ck up
if i was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
handicapped, crippled and p-ssy was my middle name

you couldn’t beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick
i know who’ll getcha quick, who? my d-ck
tell me, is this some type of tournament?
i cut ya f-ckin’ head off and use it as a christmas tree ornament

come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest
f-cked up, got stuck, go press your luck
both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck

head found in the bar of a limosuine
the rest of his body at a dump-site in queens
d-mn man, mr. handman, you like braggin’
ya f-cked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon

i told you i’m out to stalk
last n-gg- tried me, died g, felt my tomahawk
apache, that’s me, i’m gettin’ rappers’ -ss
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you coulda been my main sh-t but you scr-p and will wack, black
the only thing i smoke with a pipe is an -ss crack
you challenge treach, i’ll seal you quick, you can’t touch that
i thought you did a triple ’cause you said, “oh, f-ck that”

diamond hill how ya feel, hey ben hef
give me a hearin’ aid or two then i’m thru ’cause i’m that def
that’s how we all be, tighter than small leaves
club rappin’ all be, i’m wreckin’ on all 3

this drill means chill, guard ya grill, trouble
is that your head or is your neck blowin’ a f-ckin’ bubble?
a b c, skip to the s t
u v w x, don’t f-ck the y z

brand new, brand nubian, grand puba-in
tape dem and cruise me then, if i’m wrong, sue me then
wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
so i’m straight, if i hear drop the bomb i have to go

break this nig’ for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
erase, forgive me not ’cause sh-t i’m hot, if i can get then you’ll get got
au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
i wouldn’t cut it for the biggest b-tt-ocks out there

put on a tip or hittin’ hips, i’m more than quick
i grease my lightnin’, it’s frightenin’ how i get, a slick
schooled, dark, cool sagittarian
two types of marryin’ very thick or very thin
naughty by nature and the flavor u n i t
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