[Intro
"The militia...Certain individuals of unidentified nature Is now under complete control"
"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.."
"It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)" If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd relocate, and change their ****in' name
I eradicate move fakers, roll with coat shakers
Give dap to mad money makers
I make moves so I'mma earthquaker
I've been known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the ******
City light, got me buggin' and trife
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it t**** 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 be ****in 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
[Hook: Freddie Foxxx
'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
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
[Verse 2: Guru
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 *****, 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 ****; fully loaded Glock clips
So get the **** 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 ******s 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
[Hook: Freddie Foxxx
'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
[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx
For you **** fiend *****s in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is butter baby, spread it around
But when you *****s don't flow it right and **** up my sound
I get down; in '** I spit a "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 *******, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass *****s and how I bust up their nose
And while your, nose is drippin', and drainin' blood
I'll be standing over you screamin', "*****, WHAT, WHAT?! ***** WHAT?!"
*****s feel my presence, like I'm right in their 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 its 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 *gun clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake *****s on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many *****s, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest ***** doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you mother****ers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You step 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 *****s who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the ****st MC, I don't come up
But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay one up, what's up?
I got stripes like you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what ***** *****s do best - bite
Y'all *****s can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Preem' brought Bumpy this track so I'ma let you know
Before I slide I'mma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia