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

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

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

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

one: big shug

If heads only knew how I about the rap game
They'd relocate, and change their name
I eradicate movefakers, roll coat shakers
Give dap to mad makers
Shared cells with lifetakers, sex with rumpshakers
I moves so i'ma earthquaker
I've been known to instill
Although the may be round, we still trapped in the square
light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it right
And my flight, be taken solely at night
Cause that's when the freaks out, no doubt
And in the hours is when I will shower
With the knowledge of my to get paid
Still I moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout
I be dickin it down you be assed out
Puff mad l's but passed out
And if I'm caught up in a jam I my way out
There'll be no up, just straight shuttin up
Or we'll start the up
Lyrical infrared sceptor miss you
Big shug, guru, freddie foxxx, the militia,

freddie foxxx

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

Verse two:

Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to
And scoop up the troops it's time to take a stand
Emphatically, strategies leave casualties
I gradually, til everybody knows
That I got more flows than got hoes
The anger had me trapped
Til I got geared up with to tear you up like big gats
For big stacks, watch your back when I em in
Caught you tremblin, my name and you're rememberin
Several attempts, but nah bitch, never win
Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe we'll be severin
Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep
My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a
That I walk on, I meditate while you on
And gossip, so I my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips
So get the out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, days go to nights, we be speaking it right
And it tight up in the street life
I meet life, head on, no barred
Born with a of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose your weapon, or get to
Lyrical bullets you dance from the trance 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 I predict
You and your is mad jealous, attempting to flare
We cleverly ya, your fam'll miss ya
The war's on, that's why we formed the

Verse three: foxxx

You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject,
My style is water baby, it around
But when you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my
I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the
Of every mc came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
Mc's are recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I into hoes
You heard me it on jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin
I be over you screamin, "nigga, what, what? ! nigga what? !"
Niggas feel my presence, I'm right in they palm
Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, on
No more glocks, they 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 clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggaz, they should me jack the rapper
the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria on you motherfuckers, I will survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the back?
You snap inside the 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 through any mc, and make it burn
So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will a turn
you speak of who's the dopest mc, I don't come up
But you speak of who's the livest mc, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggaz do best sample* bite
You niggaz can't make up a law that I overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought these tracks so I can let you know
Before I slide leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with tools
the militia