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The Militia Ii Lyrics

Rakim – The Militia Ii Lyrics

Also* appears on _the militia remix_ 12" and the belly soundtrack "a

special guest" "it's the militia it's... the militia" [guru]

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 are 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, n s****likin primo's beats Put
suckers on glass send, em back, to class And
kick hot s titso, 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, Chorus


illest-- --realest-- --representin-- --bringin
the rukkus-- --let it be known-- --the
illest-- --realest-- --word up-- It's
the militia -- freddie> foxxx repeat *[wc]*

a move makin, a move who's, that n anusthat's 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
n s****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, Chorus


it's, the master mister, musical, massacre Passion
for disaster paragraph, ambassador Are
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 ra's, iller 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 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 For
turnin Area? centers To? wilers you, get the picture Rakim?
is the, minist' with, malice militia, Gangstarr

the, are dub, c baby, pa Straight. up check, it out
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