The Militia Lyrics

The Militia lyrics

There's a bulletin - state police, Princeton Junction" 

  

 	"The militia... 

 	 Certain individuals of unidentified nature 

 	 is now under complete control" 

  

 		"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.." 

  

 "It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)" 

  

 Verse one: Big Shug 

  

 If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game 

 They'd relocate, and change their fuckin name 

 I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers 

 Give dap to mad money makers 

 Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers 

 I make moves so I'ma earthquaker 

 I've been known to instill fear 

 Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square 

 City light, got me buggin and trife 

 Some die by the gun, some die by the knife 

 It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight 

 Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right 

 And my flight, will be taken solely at night 

 Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt 

 And in the dark hours is when I will shower 

 with the knowledge of my trade to get paid 

 Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout 

 I be dickin it down while you be assed out 

 Puff mad L's but never passed out 

 And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out 

 There'll be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up 

 or we'll start the wettin up 

 Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you 

 Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia 

  

 Chorus: Freddie Foxxx 

  

 Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot 

 Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx 

 When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop 

 It's The Militia *echoes* 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Verse Two: Guru 

  

 Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command 

 And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand 

 Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties 

 I creep gradually, til everybody knows 

 that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes 

 The anger inside had me trapped 

 til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats 

 for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in 

 Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin 

 Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win 

 Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin 

 Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back 

 My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat 

 that I walk on, I meditate while you talk on 

 And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips 

 So get the fuck out my block, kid 

 As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right 

 And keeping it tight up in the street life 

 I meet life, head on, no holds barred 

 Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred 

 En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin 

 Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in 

 Assessments are made before, and during combat 

 I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats 

 One of us, equals many of us 

 Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us 

 Conflict, is what I predict 

 You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare 

 We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya 

 The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx 

  

 You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect 

 For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check 

 My style is water baby, spread it around 

 But when you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my sound 

 I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face 

 of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase 

 MC's are only recognized for their flows 

 I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes 

 You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes 

 For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose 

 And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood 

 I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!" 

 Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm 

 Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on 

 No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays 

 Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's 

 I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref 

 Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech 

 I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper 

 I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper 

 I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive 

 Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I Will Survive 

 You 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, huh 

 My war is so tight, my drama so ill 

 Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill 

 I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn 

 So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn 

 When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up 

 But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up? 

 I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes 

 Do what bitch niggaz do best *UTFO sample* bite 

 You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow 

 Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know 

 Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel 

 Even mechanics walk around with they tools 

 It's the Militia