Artist: Da Monstar Mob f/ Ammo, Dirty Dick, Doc Doom, Huesane Album: Operation Takeover Song: Mission Impossible Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Doc Doom] We west bound, Black Knights, Navigators Regulators, nigga, serving all you bitch ass niggas Real quick, my nigga Dirty Dick is in the house Mix Jive, killa tracks, Huesane Who bang? Wu-Tang, nigga, we do, we do, we do Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, muthafucka Check this shit out, check... [Doc Doom] Aiyo, play your position, I cut niggas short like intermission My rap conviction'll shot niggas like suspension Often call out, my rhymes too hot, fog competitors Stuck perimeters, like ninjas, panthers or predators The editor, of your rap pattern and glass shattering Like bar fights, my click shine bright like jack o' lanterns The veteran, Victor Von Doom, perscribes the medicine For all these hip hop headaches, my shit's Excederin The Wu letterman, spitting the fabulous, hazardous Shit that'll flip ya wig kid, like acid tablets Immaculate is how the gods come, everytime black My words mean, and burn through your skin like some anthrax On contact, ready for combact, the bare facts The Black Knights'll bust through your barrier Like an Amtrak train [Dirty Dick] Pass the gat, Doc, where they at? Point 'em out Park, I'mma jump out and let the guns bark Show these niggas what time it is I come to do this shit like I handle biz These muthafuckas used to play for cheap I'm bout to hit 'em wit the gat, sweep 'em off they feet Fucking wiht Dick, could be a problem homey I don't give a fuck, so act like you know me If I don't, I prove my point with the pen and the pad Haha, your rhymes make me laugh I stagger, when I'm on some shit I don't give a fuck cuz I'm known to freak your bitch Rub her tits, bend her over and smack it I don't give a fuck, give respect to me, dammit Daddy's home, on the microphone, I flex I hit niggas up, what's next? Niggas can't fuck with the West Coast Killa Beez Knocking, stombing, knocking down trees With The Navigators guiding the way Niggas don't play, every day, all fucking day [Chorus: Doc Doom] Mission impossible, to step to this click is illogical Navigators, please direct 'em to the hospital Killa Bee empire is responsible, we unstoppable Mission impossible, Navigators, please direct 'em to the hospital Having beef with this click is illogical Killa Bee empire is responsible, we unstoppable [Skarekrow] I curb serve ya, short circuit the black market Complex reflex, snatching the moving target Well guarded, sergeant and arming your emergency alarms Like an UM Agent, get it back arms tonight I gave The Source mics, broke it down to the blood type One star wit stripes like the Puerto Rican flag Sag cuz it's build right, never brag skills tight Sike, beyond the four wheels, twirl in reality until I hurl And can't shake the taste, history unknown Probably better demonstrate Nigga, fucking wit us, your life's a waste, we take you out to grace [Ammo] When I come across wit it, comes the Holocaust wit it Floss wit it, take a loss wit it, I'm the boss wit it Get your jaw slitted, if you disrespect I By the blades of the matress, and move wit a necktie Drop a rhyme like a guillotine, and when you intervene They come between you just like the making of the bible scene Fully emerge, not given a chance to dispurse My wicked freestyle, I pick apart your fever herse, verse left ya Lyrically cursed with my fucking rap game Put a block on the brain, make you forget your rap name Fuck it, I might as well finish you All I gotta do is spit another rhyme to diminish you [Huesane] Operation Takeover, the game's over These lame flowers can't hang wit the same soldiers I toss MC's across the country in range rovers You couldn't drop hot shit if your cola was a flame thrower Don't even call the ambulance, you don't have a chance A battle dance crash land like an avalanche My shadow plans like battering rams, I scatter your clam To disappear like alakazaam My plan is advanced, like a scientific hybrid You couldn't see my rhymes if I wrote it on your eyelid Silence, cuz my violence is known to stomp guys Hit wit connections like prize fighters with mob ties Flow been beyond time, if your voicebox was quarantine Rhymes wouldn't be fatter if you increased the font size So why flow, kid? Victory is quite hopeless You couldn't win wit three Clan judges using the White Lotus My flow is rough and smooth like Spike lotion My potions, make your body move in hype emotions My intelligent grossing is too ferocious I rotate your eyeballs, so you can focus Maybe then you would notice, your crew is fogus And if you provoke us, we wet your squad like Super Soakers [Chorus]