Big L — Da UnExpected Flava (Devil's Son 1993)

Текст песни: Da UnExpected Flava (Devil's Son 1993)

Da UnExpected Flava Lyrics[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor
And shake 'til your pants tore, so party people, clap your hands for
The one they call Big L
I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell
My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell?
So grab the Moët and take a sip
I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip
But don't flip, we on the party tip
I get so loose on tracks that I produce
MC's be frontin' mad hard, but got no juice
I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out
Violate L and it's lights out
And if you got no skills on the mic, you oughta dash
'Cause rappers that's sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast
I'm gettin' high rates in all states
Makin' papes with the crew called (Diggin' In The Crates!)
I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Hook]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava

[Verse 2]
Now, when I'm on the stage, microphones I lock tight
The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight
Yo, I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well
Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L
Because my raps are real raw
I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MC's would kill for
I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme
Big L is the greatest of all times
So gimme my props, I want all mines
Battles I refuse to lose
I chose to cruise smooth like the blues
I never hear boos 'cause I amuse
In '93, I'm blowin' up like dynamite
And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light
L's a teenage poet that men fear
Chief, to be sincere, you got no wins here
I play MC's like a game of Sega
'Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava
[Hook x2]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava

[Verse 3]
Now, I'mma kick flav' 'til the microphone's broke
And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc
I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls
I write raps that hurt MC's like blue balls
In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows
You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip-toes
I live in the ghetto, and rap is my route out
Now I'm on wax givin' my crew a shout out
Since I'm paid, I could knock any ho' boots
But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot
Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
Ayyo, my cards I'm playin' well
Picture that; a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell
My rap skills are sharp like a razor
But don't sweat it, this is the unexpected flava

[Hook x2]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Big L givin' shout-outs]
Yeah, I'd like to say what's up to Kid Capri, Silva D
Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito
Lanell from ninety-point-three
My man Buckwild, EZ LP
Can't forget Ron G
And my man Lovebug Starski
Peace... I'm out1