Da UnExpected Flava - Big L

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 out