GangStarr

The Militia

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"theres a bulletin - state police, princeton junction""the militia...Certain individuals of unidentified natureIs now under complete control""hip-hop is not, what it is today..""its the real *echoes*... its the (militia)"Verse one: big shugIf heads only knew how I felt about the rap gameTheyd relocate, and change their fuckin nameI eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakersGive dap to mad money makersShared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakersI make moves so ima earthquakerIve been known to instill fearAlthough the world may be round, we still trapped in the squareCity light, got me buggin and trifeSome die by the gun, some die by the knifeIts alright, like a game of spades Im trump tightPremier hit me with music to ensure that it thump rightAnd my flight, will be taken solely at nightCause thats when the freaks come out, no doubtAnd in the dark hours is when I will showerWith the knowledge of my trade to get paidStill I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundaboutI be dickin it down while you be assed outPuff mad ls but never passed outAnd if Im caught up in a jam I blast my way outTherell be no lettin up, just straight shuttin upOr well start the wettin upLyrical infrared sceptor never miss youBig shug, guru, freddie foxxx, the militia, militiaChorus: freddie foxxxEverybodys spittin it, the rhyme is hotCause its big shug, guru, and freddie the foxxxWhen premier bring the beats, no it just dont stopIts the militia *echoes*ChorusVerse two: guruYo; I aint one to succumb to no man, but to commandAnd scoop up the troops when its time to take a standEmphatically, deep strategies leave casualtiesI creep gradually, til everybody knowsThat I got more flows than rosebud got hoesThe anger inside had me trappedTil I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gatsFor big stacks, watch your back when I send em inCaught you tremblin, my name and face youre rememberinSeveral attempts, but nah bitch, youll never winRhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs well be severinTake you to the mat, peep that, you should keep backMy ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormatThat I walk on, I meditate while you talk onAnd gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clipsSo get the fuck out my block, kidAs nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it rightAnd keeping it tight up in the street lifeI meet life, head on, no holds barredBorn with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarredEn guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppinLyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept inAssessments are made before, and during combatI master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb catsOne of us, equals many of usDisrespect one of us, youll see plenty of usConflict, is what I predictYou and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flareWe cleverly stalked ya, your famll miss yaThe wars on, thats why we formed the militiaChorusVerse three: freddie foxxxYou niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collectFor you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, checkMy style is water baby, spread it aroundBut when you niggaz dont flow it right and fuck up my soundI get down; in 89 I spit the buck in the faceOf every mc that came in the place, a scar youll never eraseMcs are only recognized for their flowsIm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoesYou heard me spit it on jew-elz, thats how it goesFor all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they noseAnd while your, nose is drippin, and drainin bloodI be standing over you screamin, "nigga, what, what? ! nigga what? !"Niggas feel my presence, like Im right in they palmCause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, its onNo more twin glocks, they jam up my playsNow its twin .40 calibre walther ppksIm in the control of my game, you must respect me like the refUh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the techI turn you fake niggaz on and off, like Im the clapperI rob so many niggaz, they should call me jack the rapperIll the illest nigga doing this, dead or aliveGloria gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will surviveYou can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back? You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huhMy war is so tight, my drama so illBeef with me hangs around like a unpaid billI push these lyrics through any mc, and make it burnSo the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turnWhen you speak of whos the dopest mc, I dont come upBut when you speak of whos the livest mc, I stay what up, whats up? I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikesDo what bitch niggaz do best *utfo sample* biteYou niggaz cant make up a law that I dont overrule, overthrowPrim brought bumpy these tracks so I can let you knowBefore I slide ima leave you this jewelEven mechanics walk around with they toolsIts the militia

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