Verse One: Treach

Once again, it's on

Where I'm from there aint no picket fences pick it
Straight and ruff so you pick it my sticky finger was a glock
Many dash for the fast cash, but I like the cash to last

So I rap till my $$# collapse
I'm never trouble but if troops will come and jam me
You Remind Me like Mary then I'm scaring your little projects

On the prarie I'm hairy and hot like Dougie with a smokie
So I boo-boo, just like Fu-Schnicks I'll say F-U-2


Verse Two: Chip-Fu

A-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bong-gang ultra-king

But BBD boxing up yang, giddy-up
Didduh-duh, didduh-duh, didduh-dum dum dum
I'm coming again and again a Ku-Fu vomit

Gosh, darn it! Like we're lyin' to bits
The John-John Jacob lyrical shaker
Yes and Jengle-ma-heimershmitz

I sings my lyrical style from Flatbush
Quick to Greenwich Village
I'm strong to the finish

When I eats, me spinach
I'm one of the lyrical flava
My ^!$$% Foxx is stompin !@$)gots

Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step

Verse Three: Freddie Foxx


Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now
Now it's time to break, child

Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow
I'm mister micraphone, rappers can't $#&@ around
I'm Freddie the Foxx I'll brake it back and buck em buck em down

You know my rep I got a record like the turnpikes
When I was young they use to call me Freddie-burn-mics
But now they call me big Foxx, daddy boot-knocks

With burn marks on my hips from my twin glocks

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(Queen Latifah) I got flava for days (KRS-One) Flava unit has a title Repeats four times
Roll With the Flava


Verse Four: Queen Latifah


Now it's about the time to put you out of sight and out of mind
I got the skills to blast you off the mic and out of rhymes
Now who the hell-am-I-a?

The L-A-T-I-F-A-H the mother$#&@in sire
I come in on time
You wear a silly grin we like we do when ^!$$%z in

We gotta practice so scalp the hairs off your chinny-chin-chin
The Flava Unit's got my back, so I'm quick to start %#@!
Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks


Verse Five: Heavy D


I-guy-guy-guy-guy-guy bet you never knew
That I could flow I flew I grow I grew
I blew up the spot, I'm sippin my props

And now I am just passin through
Ruff rugged rigid ^!$$%, the one who's quick to figure
Some think they're big, but the heavster is bigger

The funky flip-flop flava unit, my hip-hop neigbor doin it
Came to the studio, check my flow, and ran right through it
I bet you thought I wouldn't come, I came

I'm never done till I'm done rippin drums like a shotgun, ohh!

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Verse Six: D-Nice


Now ladies, what's my name? (aaah)
That means it's time to go
I'm the same muuuh$#&@er from it's time to flow, so
Some might have dissed the way I flow it out
^!$$%z need to throw it out

Simply cause it's somethin you don't know about
So watch the Nice man shake the ground
And now I'm Rollin with the Flava cause
The Flava's what I'm rollin in my sound
To make you get down, rippin the sound from J.C. to Uptown

Now

Verse Seven: Dres

Now if you got a nine, and you got a nine

And you got a nine, and you got a nine
And he got a nine, and she got a nine
Well it's a motherflockin party yo cause I got mine
So bust it the Black Sheep are (where?) here (where)
Here (where) there, everywhere there's a Jeep

There's a Sheep beat beatin up the air
Graphic as illustratin frustratin like waitin
The Sheep are a joke? ^!$$% you playin
Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts
Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once
Twice, three times, ^!$$% never figured

You'd be triggered by Dres, that R and B smokin ^!$$%
Doin it, screwin it, chewin it, well
Done on the weak bun hon can't you tell
Unification cells on the flava flingin
If a Queen has the balls my lady is a King
So long live the King, and love to my Unit
Spoon it and you'll croon it, diss it, and yo balloon it


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