Lyrics M.I.A. - Missin' Linx, Al Tariq, Black Attack

M.I.A.

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 fuck wit me or any of the members of my clique
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
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 cuz we semen
Let me control all sons, leak shit, we come wit tons
You could never see these ones, just our mothafuckin' guns
M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin' In Action
The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
Problemz
Put it all together and ya’ll still couldn’t solve em
M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin' In Action
The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
Problemz
Put it all together and ya’ll still couldn’t solve em
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, fuck is ya’ll smokin', sounded corroded
Ya’ll know my status, fuck wit dime pieces
Twist Godfather’s full of berries 'fore I bless the apparatus
Who the baddest or the realest, niggas feel this cross seas
While you shinin' wit diamonds I’m flossin' wit trees
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 ganja, 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
M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin' In Action
The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
Problemz
Put it all together and ya’ll still couldn’t solve em
M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin' In Action
The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
Problemz
Put it all together and ya’ll still couldn’t solve em
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 don’t hear no noise from your cipher
Fuck 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
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 wanna play captain, Sean Black’ll play the marshall
The biggest, largest, Ac coupe kamikaze
Hoppin' out the Expedition, twist diggy off the ganjy
Ya’ll bumb-ass niggas, I only fuck wit raw
AMB shit, since 1992 minus 4
M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin' In Action
The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
Problemz
Put it all together and ya’ll still couldn’t solve em
M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin' In Action
The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
Problemz
Put it all together and ya’ll still couldn’t solve em