| Lyrics: | featuring Rakim, W.C.
* also appears on _The Militia Remix_ 12" and the Belly
soundtrack
"A special guest" "It's the militia... It's the
militia"
[Guru]
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest
Or keep a
breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest
Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a
car-jackin'
Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin
G-A-N-G, S-T-A double
R
And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa
>From the late-night drama, of the New
York streets
To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats
Put suckers on glass, send
em, back to class
And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I brought the God,
Rakim, lyircally gunnin you on, and dash
I got Dub C, from South Sea
What you doubt
me?
Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone
In the year One Mill, destroying,
enemies chromozones
Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
You best pay
resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia
Chorus:
--The illest--
--Realest-- --Representin--
--Bringin the rukkus-- --Let it be known--
--The illest--
--Realest-- --Word up--
It's The Militia --> Freddie Foxxx *repeat*
[WC]
Makin
a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
Its the Shady, brought em back, actin
em out the fuckin move
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on
my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags
You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought
it wasn't gon' happen?
Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together
rappin
Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
Look while I'm in |
