Yo I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor,
an' shake 'til your pants tore, so party people clap your hands for,
the one they call Big L,
I'm hot as [bad word]  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,
MCs be frontin' mad hard but got no juice.
I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out,
violate L an' it's lights out.
And if you got no skills on the mic you oughta dash,
'cause rappers that're 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  L.
Because my raps are real raw,
I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MCs'll kill for.
I'm known for grabbin' the mic an' then droppin' a raw rhyme,
because L's the greatest of all times, so gimme my props, I want all mines.
Battles I refuse to lose, I chose to [bad word] smooth like the blues,
I never hear boos 'cause I abuse.
In ninety three I'm blowin' up like dynamite,
an' 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 MCs like a game o' Sega,
'cause I'm poetic, an' 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.

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'm gonna kick flave 'til the microphone's broke,
an' I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc.
I [bad word] whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls,
I write raps that hurt MCs 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 an' rap is my route out,
now I’m on wax givin' my crew a shout out.
Since I'm paid I could knock any hoe' boots,
but L wasn't so cute when I had no loot.
Now I'm lookin' slick an' my pockets are thick,
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my [bad word] 
Ayyo my cards I'm playin' well,
picture that, a rapper slayin' L? No way in [bad word] 
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.

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, an' my man Lovebug Starski. Peace…I'm out.