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"there's a bulletin - police, princeton junction"

"the militia...
Certain of unidentified nature
Is now under control"

"hip-hop is not, it is today.."

"it's the real *echoes*... the (militia)"

one: big shug

If heads knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd relocate, and change fuckin name
I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat
Give dap to mad makers
cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers
I make moves so earthquaker
I've known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the
City light, got me and trife
Some die by the gun, die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with to ensure that it thump right
And my flight, will be taken solely at
Cause that's when the freaks out, no doubt
And in the dark hours is I will shower
With the knowledge of my to get paid
Still I make moves a snake in the grass, roundabout
I be it down while you be assed out
Puff mad l's but passed out
And if I'm up in a jam I blast my way out
There'll be no lettin up, just straight up
Or we'll start the up
infrared sceptor never miss you
Big shug, guru, foxxx, the militia, militia

Chorus: foxxx

Everybody's spittin it, the is hot
it's big shug, guru, and freddie the foxxx
When premier the beats, no it just don't stop
It's the *echoes*

Verse guru

Yo; I one to succumb to no man, but to command
And scoop up the troops when it's to take a stand
Emphatically, deep leave casualties
I creep gradually, til everybody
That I got flows than rosebud got hoes
The inside had me trapped
Til I got geared up with raps to tear you up big gats
For big stacks, watch back when I send em in
Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're
Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll win
pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin
Take you to the mat, that, you should keep back
My ill-kid format lay you flat like a doormat
That I walk on, I meditate you talk on
And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock
So get the out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it
And keeping it up in the street life
I meet life, head on, no barred
Born a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose weapon, or get to steppin
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the you be kept in
are made before, and during combat
I master my hunger, blow the spot when I cats
One of us, equals of us
Disrespect one of us, see plenty of us
Conflict, is what I
You and fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare
We stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya
The war's on, that's why we the militia

Verse three: foxxx

You owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is baby, spread it around
But when you niggaz don't it right and fuck up my sound
I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the
Of every mc that came in the place, a scar never erase
Mc's are only for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into
You me spit it on jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass and how I bust up they nose
And while your, is drippin, and drainin blood
I be over you screamin, "nigga, what, what? ! nigga what? !"
Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they
a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
No more twin glocks, jam up my plays
Now twin .40 calibre walther ppk's
I'm in the control of my game, you must me like the ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun you get the tech
I turn you fake on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggaz, they call me jack the rapper
I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or
Gloria on you motherfuckers, I will survive
You can try to at me, but do you want the kick back?
You snap the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my so ill
Beef me hangs around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics any mc, and make it burn
So the niggaz who be next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest mc, I don't up
But when you of who's the livest mc, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got strikes and mikes
Do what niggaz do best *utfo sample* bite
You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule,
Prim' brought these tracks so I can let you know
I slide i'ma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around they tools
the militia