GangStarr - The Militia текст песни

Текст
"theres 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.."

"its the real *echoes*... its the (militia)"

Verse one: big shug

If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game

Theyd 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 ima earthquaker

Ive 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

Its alright, like a game of spades Im trump tight

Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right

And my flight, will be taken solely at night

Cause thats 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 ls but never passed out

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

Therell be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up

Or well start the wettin up

Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you

Big shug, guru, freddie foxxx, the militia, militia

Chorus: freddie foxxx

Everybodys spittin it, the rhyme is hot

Cause its big shug, guru, and freddie the foxxx

When premier bring the beats, no it just dont stop

Its the militia *echoes*

Chorus

Verse two: guru

Yo; I aint one to succumb to no man, but to command

And scoop up the troops when its 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 youre rememberin

Several attempts, but nah bitch, youll never win

Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs well 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, youll see plenty of us

Conflict, is what I predict

You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare

We cleverly stalked ya, your famll miss ya

The wars on, thats 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 dont 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 youll never erase

Mcs are only recognized for their flows

Im worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes

You heard me spit it on jew-elz, thats 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 Im right in they palm

Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, its on

No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays

Now its twin .40 calibre walther ppks

Im 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 Im the clapper

I rob so many niggaz, they should call me jack the rapper

Ill 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 whos the dopest mc, I dont come up

But when you speak of whos the livest mc, I stay what up, whats up?

I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes

Do what bitch niggaz do best *utfo sample* bite

You niggaz cant make up a law that I dont overrule, overthrow

Prim brought bumpy these tracks so I can let you know

Before I slide ima leave you this jewel

Even mechanics walk around with they tools

Its the militia

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