The Militia Lyrics - Gangstarr

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, it's the Militia 

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'll 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 

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, Militia, Militia 

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, Militia, Militia 

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, Militia, Militia 

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, Militia, Militia 

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

For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I'm 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 it's 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 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 

My war is so tight, my drama so ill 

Beef with me hangs around like the 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 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 

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