[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 MC's To ever bless the mic device, Rhymes Galore like Busta You musta been sniffin that shit To think that you could f*ck 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 you're 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, don't trip Watch the crack or break your mother's fuckin back Flip script and watch me act like a legend Got you pledgin your allegiance To the three men, potent 'cause we semen Let me control all sons, leak shit, we come wit tons You could never see these ones, just our mothafuckin guns [Chorus] 2x [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 ya'll still couldn't solve em [Black Attack] Oh ya'll niggas talk the slim shit Don't 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, f*ck is ya'll smokin, sounded corroded Ya'll know my status, f*ck wit dime pieces Twist Godfather's full of berries 'fore I bless the aparatus Who the baddest or the realest, niggas feel this cross seas While you shinin wit diamonds I'm flossin wit trees [Problemz] Ya'll niggas'll never manifest the lyrical text that I posses Burn your chest hairs like Jack Daniels when I dismantle Your whole persona, that's my word to marijuana Blaze a nigga like gonga, don't make me have to remind ya The shit I drop on you, about 29 bars ago Prob's 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 2x [Al Tariq] Aiyyo A-L-T-A-Riq freak incredible Regurgitate these raps, too much fat, never edible But legible, read my lips son (F*ck you) Comin through, blunts and brews, Q-you wit mobs and crews Now who you? 'cause I don't hear no noise from your cypher F*ck around wit this and get twist, we be some lifers For takin yours, breakin yours yo I'm 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 that's a no-no Nuff the bullshit, niggas better stop comin partial Ya'll want to play captain, Sean Black'll play the marshall The biggest, largest, Ac coupe kamikaze Hoppin out the Expedition, twist diggy off the gongy Ya'll bumb-ass niggas, I only f*ck wit raw AMB shit, since 1992 minus 4 Chorus 2x
Written by: Sean Black, Al Tariq
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