The Militia - Gang Starr

Written by：James Campb

Hip hop is not what it is today

Its the real its the militia

If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game

They relocate and change their f**king name

I eradicate move fakers roll with coat shakers

Give damp to mad money makers

Shared cells with life takers have sex with rump shakers

I make moves so I'm a earthquake

I've been known to instill fear

Although the world may be round we still trapped in the square

City light got me bugging and tribe

Some die by the gun some die by the knife

Its 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 be dick in it down while you be arsed out

Puff mad ls but never passed out

And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out

Terrell be no letting up just straight shutting up

Or well start the whetting up

Lyrical infrared receptor never miss you

Big shrug guru Freddie fox xx the militia militia

Chorus Freddie fox xx

Everybody's spitting it the rhyme is hot

Cause its big shrug guru and Freddie the fox xx

When premier bring the beats no it just don't stop

Its the militia

Everybody's spitting it the rhyme is hot

Cause its big shrug guru and Freddie the fox xx

When premier bring the beats no it just don't stop

Its the militia

Yo I ain't one to succumb to no man but to command

And scoop up the troops when its 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 gaits

For big stacks watch your back when I send em in

Caught you trembling my name and face you're remembering

Several attempts but nah b**ch you'll never win

Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs well be severing

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 sh*t fully loaded clock clips

So get the f**k 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 stepping

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 fall miss ya

The wars on that's why we formed the militia

Everybody's spitting it the rhyme is hot

Cause its big shrug guru and Freddie the fox xx

When premier bring the beats no it just don't stop

Its the militia

You niggard owe me for my rhymes I come to collect

For you d**e fiend niggard in rap I here to inject check

My style is water baby spread it around

But when you niggard don't flow it right and f**k 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

M's are only recognized for their flows

I'm worldwide for the b**ches that I turned into hoes

You heard me spit it on jaw elf that's how it goes

For all them faking a** niggard and how I bust up they nose

And while your nose is dripping and draining blood

I be standing over you screaming niggle what what niggle what

Niggards feel my presence like I'm right in they palm

Cause a stormy day is coming when you see me so calm its on

No more twin clocks they jam up my plays

Now its twin 40 caliber waltzer P P K

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 niggard on and off like I'm the clapper

I rob so many niggard they should call me jack the rapper

Ill the ill est niggle doing this dead or alive

Gloria gay nor on you motherf**kers 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 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 niggard who be rhyming next will miss a turn

When you speak of who's the dopes 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 b**ch niggard do best bite

You niggard 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'm a leave you this jewel

Even mechanics walk around with they tools

Its the militia