The Flavor Unit MCs – Roll Wit Tha Flava

The Flavor Unit MCs released their single “Roll Wit Tha Flava” back in 1993. The track is produced by D-Nice and released on Epic Records.  The track was included as part of the Flavor Unit’s compilation album of the same name.

The Flavor Unit consisted of rappers such as Queen Latifah, Lakim Shabazz, Apache, Chill Rob G, and producers The 45 King.  On this track, Queen Latifah, Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles, Chip Fu, Treach, Heavy D, D-Nice and Dres participate in the lyrical festivities.  The finally of this track is memorable due to the fact that Dres of Black Sheep goes around handing out “nines” and in the video he actually has cut out “9’s” that he passes around.

The track is produced by D-Nice and he uses 2 tracks from Brother Jack McDuff. He uses the bass groove from “Con Alma” and a saxophone sample from “Rock Candy” to make it easy for each MC to display their unique flows.

The album has tracks by Naughty by Nature, Queen Latifah, Freddie Foxxx and a radio friendly track by Zhane that is worth picking this album up or downloading it if you can find it.

[Verse 1: Treach]
Once again, it’s on
Where I’m from there ain’t 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 ass 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 2: 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 nigga Foxx is stompin faggots
Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxx]
Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now
Now it’s time to break, chow
Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow
I’m Mr. Microphone, rappers can’t fuck around
I’m Freddie the Foxxx I’ll brake it back and buck em buck em down
You know my rep I got a record like the turnpike
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

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

[Verse 4: 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 motherfuckin sire
I come in on time
You wear a silly grin we like we do when niggas 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 shit
Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks

[Verse 5: 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 nigga, 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!


[Verse 6: D-Nice]
Now ladies, what’s my name? (nice)
That means it’s time to go
I’m the same muuuhfucker from it’s time to flow, so
Some might have dissed the way I flow it out
Niggas 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

[Verse 7: 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? Nigga you playin
Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts
Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once
Twice, three times, nigga never figured
You’d be triggered by Dres, that R and B lookin nigga
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

-Al E.

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