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

"the militia...
Certain individuals of unidentified
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 felt about the rap
They'd relocate, and change their name
I movefakers, roll with coat shakers
Give dap to mad makers
Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with
I make moves so earthquaker
been known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still in the square
City light, got me and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the
It's alright, a game of spades I'm trump tight
hit me with music to ensure that it thump right
And my flight, be taken solely at night
that's when the freaks come out, no doubt
And in the dark is when 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 never out
And if I'm up in a jam I blast my way out
There'll be no lettin up, just shuttin up
Or start the wettin up
Lyrical sceptor never miss you
Big shug, guru, freddie foxxx, the militia,

Chorus: freddie

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 militia

Verse guru

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

Verse three: freddie

You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it
But you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my sound
I get down; in '89 I spit the in the face
Of every mc that came in the place, a scar you'll erase
Mc's are recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into
You heard me it on jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and blood
I be standing over you screamin, "nigga, what, what? ! nigga !"
Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they
Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, on
No more twin glocks, they jam up my
Now it's twin .40 walther ppk's
I'm in the of my game, you must respect me like the ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun you get the tech
I turn you niggaz 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, or alive
Gloria gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will
You can try to come at me, but do you 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 around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics 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 when you speak of the livest mc, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggaz do best *utfo sample*
You niggaz can't make up a law I don't overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought bumpy these tracks so I can let you
Before I slide leave you this jewel
Even mechanics around with they tools
the militia