(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