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The Militia (Feat. Big Shug And Freddie Foxxx) - 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 whats 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