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]This is a conquest, so i suggest you take a restOr keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chestRymes i'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin'Shoot off your hat when i start cappin, this is no actinG-a-n-g, s-t-a double rAnd you don't want no trouble up in here, baby paFrom the late-night drama, of the new york streetsTo the hoods of la, real niggas likin primo's beatsPut suckers on glass, send em, back to classAnd kick hot shit, so we can stack the johnny cashI 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 microphoneIn the year one mill, destroying, enemies chromozonesWords burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletalYou best pay resepect to the legends, boy i'm tellin you, militiaChorus:--the illest-- --realest-- --representin----bringin the rukkus-- --let it be known----the illest-- --realest-- --word up--It's the militia --> freddie foxxx *repeat*[wc]Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?It's the shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a mother*****ing foolFour-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, bagginFoot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybagsYou niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?Dub c and my east coast sisters gettin together rappinGun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highnessLook while i'm in new york city,Walkin with two of the brooklyn's finestMy two affiliates from the east we all bangBut if y'all don't mind, this is still westside connec' gangDress-code the same, just new pieces on my neckEast coast brownies, house shoes, and hair netsY'all can't see this, so peep the sister g is pushin a sixAs i freak this, caviar gangstarr militia remixIt's dub c the jankiest loc', i'm runnin this hereWith the guru and new york's hardest, dj premier, militiaChorus[rakim]Yo, it's the master, mister, musical massacrePassion for disaster, paragraph ambassadorR get the red carpet, just call me onCorner the market like the mic's last name was corleoneThe facade killer, come through your city like godzillaThink of the sickest thing you ever seen, ra's illerMy vision's vicious, suspect suspiciousPlans is ambitious, my motive's maliciousNo interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearinAnd these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarinCrack appearin, from out the track that i'm hearinIt's either that, or i'm going back to racketeeringYo, you should see me, i got a crew like mussoliniBut kool as moe dee, my flow be, smooth and easyFor turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture?Rakim is, the minist', with malice, militiaGangstarr, the r, dub c, baby pa. straight up, check it out
