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

"the militia...
individuals of unidentified nature
Is now complete control"

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

"it's the *echoes*... it's 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
dap to mad money makers
Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with
I make moves so i'ma
I've known to instill fear
Although the may be round, we still trapped in the square
light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the
It's alright, a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure it thump right
And my flight, will be taken at night
Cause when the freaks come out, no doubt
And in the hours is when I will shower
With the knowledge of my trade to get
Still I make moves like a in the grass, roundabout
I be dickin it down while you be out
mad l's but never passed out
And if I'm up in a jam I blast my way out
There'll be no lettin up, straight shuttin up
Or we'll the wettin up
infrared sceptor never miss you
Big shug, guru, freddie foxxx, the militia,

freddie foxxx

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

Verse two:

Yo; I one to succumb to no man, but to command
And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a
Emphatically, deep leave casualties
I creep gradually, til knows
That I got more flows than rosebud got
The inside had me trapped
Til I got geared up with to tear you up like big gats
For big stacks, watch back when I send em in
Caught you tremblin, my name and you're rememberin
attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win
Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe we'll be severin
you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back
My ill-kid format lay you flat like a doormat
That I on, I meditate while you talk on
And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully glock clips
So get the out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, go back to nights, we be speaking it right
And keeping it tight up in the street
I meet life, on, no holds barred
Born with a heart of gold, now cold and scarred
En guard, your weapon, or get to steppin
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be in
Assessments are made before, and 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 your fellas is mad jealous, to flare
We cleverly stalked ya, your miss ya
The war's on, that's why we formed the

Verse three: foxxx

You owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is baby, spread it around
But when you don't flow 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 you'll never erase
Mc's are recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I into hoes
You heard me spit it on jew-elz, that's how it
For all them faking ass and how I bust up they nose
And while your, is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "nigga, what, ! nigga what? !"
Niggas my presence, like I'm right in they palm
Cause a day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
No more glocks, they jam up my plays
Now it's twin .40 calibre ppk's
I'm in the control of my game, you respect 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 niggaz, they should call me jack the rapper
the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will
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 with me hangs like a unpaid bill
I these lyrics through any mc, and make it burn
So the niggaz who be rhyming next, miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest mc, I don't up
But you speak of who's the livest mc, I stay what up, what's up?
I got while you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggaz do best *utfo bite
You niggaz make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought bumpy these tracks so I can let you
Before I slide i'ma leave you jewel
Even mechanics walk around with tools
the militia