| Lyrics: | Featuring Rakim W.C.]
"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 New York City,
walkin with two of the Brooklyn's
finest
My two affiliates from the East we all bang
But if ?your on? mine, this is
still Westside Connec' Gang
Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck
East
Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is
pushin a Six
As I freak this, tellin y'all Gang Starr Militia remix
It's Dub C the
dankiest, love, I'm runnin this here
With the Guru and New York's finest, DJ Premier,
Militia
Chorus
[Rakim]
Yo, its the master, mister, musical massacre
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
R get the red carpet, just call me on
Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone
The facade killer, come through your
city like Godzilla
Thinkin the sickest thing you ever seen, Rah-zilla
My vision's
vicious, suspect suspicious
Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin,
if you ain't down, you got to swearin
And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin
?I'm sick of that, though,? I'm
going back to rackateering
Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini
My
crew is holdin, my flow be, smooth and easy
For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the
picture?
Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia
GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby
pa. Straight up, check it out |
