Flava In Ya Face (Lyrics by Myron Moye)

Liquid T is in the place. Krush Money got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place. With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste? You wanna taste?

Lyrical contents that can't be erased. Comin from a genius that can't be replaced.
For Pete's sake. I came up rappin on top of the street breaks.
B-Boy Records, they taught me to see snake. And what they really are, are cheapskates.
To familiar. I get my money off the top. They be killin ya.
Greedy executives dirty. I ain't feelin ya.
Stayin strictly independent without a deal at all.
Cause in the end I want to get it all.
Record executives' money not legit at all.
Straight trash not lit at all.
Make me really want to get a job.
We'll never let you take advantage, nah.
Pause. We get it smokin like a pack a Pall Malls.
Who really want that smoke? Only you don't want that smoke.
It's your call.

Liquid T is in the place. Krush Money got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste?

Liquid T is in the place. Krush Money got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place. With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste? You wanna taste?

Hit you with the mean lyrical lean cuisine.
Me and Liquid T together—the dream team.
You don't hear me though.
Let's get it crackin, here we go.
I spit cracks, the other cats are not clever. Big facts.
I'm not retiring, not ever.
Sit back, I make you hotter than hot weather.
Blow up the spot forever.
Lyrically they wanna battle, whatever.
Got tricks up my sleeve, they never know.
Lyrics ricochet off the wall, they better go.
Stick around, it's whatever though.
Catch a heat rash or fever from the hellaflow.
I let the metal blow, you better know.
Sittin on a higher pedestal, better flow.

Liquid T is in the place. Krush Money got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste?

Liquid T is in the place. Krush Money got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place. With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste? You wanna taste?

My minds on my money and my money's on my mind.
Can't stop calculating, doin it all the time.
Drop crazy math on each and every line.
I'm gonna rhyme somethin catchy almost each and every time by design.
It's not a lot of time.
It's the million rappers comin out, so son you gotta shine.
Homey, that's the bottom line.
Gotta grind, cause a rapper out of sight is out of mind.
We see it all the time.
First a rapper on the climb, now his bank account decline.
He was an artist that was signed.
He was hangin out with Little Wayne, now Wayne is hard to find.
The IRS on your behind.
And you know they're going to check for every dime.
Cause you know that tax evasion is a crime.
We see it all the time.
Watch the industry build him up; delete him in his prime.

Liquid T is in the place. Krush Money got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place. With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face. You wanna taste? You wanna taste?