Missin Linx

[Problemz]
Shit sounds like some old wild western
Shoot em up, O.K. Corral
Blowin up spots, Missin Linx
Better run that
Prepare your eardrums
For one of the ruggedest raw MCs
To ever bless the mic device, Rhymes Galore like Busta
You musta been sniffin that shit
To think that you could fuck wit me or any of the members of my click
For that matter, wit ya chitter-chatter
Makin your body parts splatter
Send you an e-mail bomb and erase your data
Now youre clueless, wonderin how I do this
Simple and plain, I run wit real niggas and squads that carry Rugers
[Al Tariq]
Aiyyo I shit you and noyds and spit that shit called noise
Got your boys losin poise, kickin Stories like some Toys
Wit the kung-fu grip, dont trip
Watch the crack or break your mothers fuckin back
Flip script and watch me act like a legend
Got you pledgin your allegience
To the three men, potent cuz we semen
Let me control all sons, leak shit, we come wit tons
You could never see these ones, just our mothafuckin guns
[Chorus x2]
[All] M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin In Action
[AT] The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
[BA] By the way my name Attack, first name Black
[PZ] Problemz
[All] Put it all together and yall still couldnt solve em
[Black Attack]
Oh yall niggas talk the slim shit
Dont make me have to rewind this back
Black Attack got the Feds lookin for dimes and crack
None of that though, we been unloaded, fuckin blowin
I exploded, fuck is yall smokin, sounded corroded
Yall know my status, fuck wit dime pieces
Twist Godfathers full of berries fore I bless the aparatus
Who the baddest or the realest, niggas feel this cross seas
While you shinin wit diamonds Im flossin wit trees
[Problemz]
Yall niggasll never manifest the lyrical text that I posses
Burn your chest hairs like Jack Daniels when I dismantle
Your whole persona, thats my word to marijuana
Blaze a nigga like gonga, dont make me have to remind ya
The shit I drop on you, about 29 bars ago
Probs the pro, flowin without question, recollectin
On shit I did in the past, blaze and get Cash like Johnny
Need me? In the back wit the fat sack of chronic
[Chorus x2]
[Al Tariq]
Aiyyo A-L-T-A-Riq freak incredible
Regurgitate these raps, too much fat, never edible
But legible, read my lips son (Fuck you)
Comin through, blunts and brews, Q-U wit mobs and crews
Now who you? Cuz I dont hear no noise from your cypher
Fuck around wit this and get twist, we be some lifers
For takin yours, breakin yours yo Im started
Now check the middle finger for foes dearly departed
[Black Attack]
Now you know I can flow though
Wit no dough, flip promos in slow mo
Light the dro though
Fuckin wit Black Attack, now thats a no-no
Nuff the bullshit, niggas better stop comin partial
Yall wanna play captain, Sean Blackll play the marshall
The biggest, largest, Ac coupe kamikaze
Hoppin out the Expedition, twist diggy off the gongy
Yall bumb-ass niggas, I only fuck wit raw
AMB shit, since 1992 minus 4
[Chorus x2]
[ M.I.A. Lyrics ]