Gang Starr

Gang Starr - The Militia Remix lyrics

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"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
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