The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
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 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
Ayo, 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
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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
Oh y'all niggas talk the slim shit
Don't make me have to rewind this back
Black Attack got the Feds lookin for dimes and crack
But none of that though, we been unloaded, fuck blowin
I exploded, fuck is y'all smokin, sounded corroded
Y'all 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
Y'all 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 twenty-nine bars ago
Probz 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
Ayo, 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
Ayo 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-you wit mobs and crews
Now who you?
'Cause I don't hear no noise from your cypher
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 ain't 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
Y'all want to play captain, Sean Black'll play the marshall
The biggest, largest, AC-coupe kamikaze
Hoppin' out the Expedition, twist diggy off the ganjy
Y'all bum-ass niggas, I only fuck wit raw
AMB shit, since 1992 minus four
Ayo, 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em (what, nigga, fuck)
(Fuck is goin' on?)
(What the fuck, yeah)
(Black Attack, Black Attack)
(Al Tariq, Al Tariq)
(Problemz, Problemz)
(Missin' Linx, Missin' Linx)
(What, what, word up)
(Like this, fuck)
(Fuck)
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 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
Ayo, 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
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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
Oh y'all niggas talk the slim shit
Don't make me have to rewind this back
Black Attack got the Feds lookin for dimes and crack
But none of that though, we been unloaded, fuck blowin
I exploded, fuck is y'all smokin, sounded corroded
Y'all 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
Y'all 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 twenty-nine bars ago
Probz 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
Ayo, 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
Ayo 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-you wit mobs and crews
Now who you?
'Cause I don't hear no noise from your cypher
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 ain't 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
Y'all want to play captain, Sean Black'll play the marshall
The biggest, largest, AC-coupe kamikaze
Hoppin' out the Expedition, twist diggy off the ganjy
Y'all bum-ass niggas, I only fuck wit raw
AMB shit, since 1992 minus four
Ayo, 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all 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
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em (what, nigga, fuck)
(Fuck is goin' on?)
(What the fuck, yeah)
(Black Attack, Black Attack)
(Al Tariq, Al Tariq)
(Problemz, Problemz)
(Missin' Linx, Missin' Linx)
(What, what, word up)
(Like this, fuck)
(Fuck)
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