WC, Gang Starr, Rakim - The Militia II (Remix) lyrics

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 flippin 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


The illest Realest Representin
Bringin the rukkus Let it be known
The illest Realest Word up
It's The Militia Freddie Foxxx

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

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
Razilla
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 a beer and format 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
Pretending every sentence the wildest
You get the picture?
Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia

GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa straight up
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