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GANG STARR lyrics : "The Militia"

(feat. Big Shug, Freddie Fo$%&^)

"There's a bulletin - state police, Princeton Junction"


"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)"


[Verse one: Big Shug]

If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game

They'd relocate, and change their $#&@in name
I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers
Give dap to mad money makers

Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers
I make moves so I'ma earthquaker
I've been known to instill fear

Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife

It's 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 dickin it down while you be $$#ed 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 Fo$%&^, The Militia, militia


[Chorus: Freddie Fo$%&^]

Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot

Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Fo$%&^
When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia *echoes*


[Chorus]


[Verse Two: Guru]

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

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 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 fam'll miss ya
The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia


[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Freddie Fo$%&^]


You ^!$$%z owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend ^!$$%z in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you ^!$$%z don't flow it right and $#&@ 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
MC's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the (*##$es, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking $$# ^!$$%z and how I bust up they nose

And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "^!$$%, WHAT, WHAT?! ^!$$% WHAT?!"
^!$$%s feel my presence, like I'm right in they 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 ^!$$%z on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many ^!$$%z, 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 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 ^!$$%z who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest 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 (*##$ ^!$$%z do best *UTFO sample* bite
You ^!$$%z 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'ma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia

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