The Militia Ii (remix) Lyrics - Rakim

* 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, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? 

I got Dub C, from South C, 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? 

It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool 

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 y'all don't mind, 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, caviar GangStarr Militia remix 

It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here 

With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia 

Chorus 

[Rakim] 

Yo, it's 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 

Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller 

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 

It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering 

Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini 

But Kool as Moe Dee, 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