Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - The Militia (Soul Brother Remix) lyrics

"A special guest" "It's The Militia, The Militia" This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rhymes I'm packin', just like a thug at a car jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin', this is no actin' G A N G, S T A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa From the late night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real n***as likin' Primo's beats Put s**ers on gla**, send 'em, back to cla** And kick hot sh**, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me? Travellin' through war zones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies' chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin' nothing but skeletal You best pay respect to the legends, boy I'm tellin' you, Militia The illest, realest, representin' Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known The illest, realest, word up It's The Militia, The Militia The illest, realest, representin' Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known The illest, realest, word up It's The Militia, Militia Makin' a move, makin' a move, who's that n***a that's makin' a move? It's the Shadiest rhymin' back, actin' a motherf**ing fool Four, four packers, my jackets? Hittin' the tag? Saggin', baggin' Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin' my enemies in bodybags You n***as was crackin', what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin' together rappin' Gun clappin', chump smackin', kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in New York City Walkin' with two of the Brooklyn's finest My two affiliates from the East we all bang But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' gang Dress code the same, just new pieces on my neck East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin' a Six As I freak this, caviar Gang Starr Militia remix It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin' this here With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia The illest, realest, representin' Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known The illest, realest, word up It's The Militia The illest, realest, representin' Bringin' the ruckus, let it be known The illest, realest, word up It's The Militia Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Ma**acre Pa**ion for disaster, paragraph amba**ador R get the red carpet, just call me on Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone The facade k**er, come through your city like Godzilla Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller My vision's are vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin', if you ain't down, you got to swearin' These cats they ain't carin', habitat awarin' Crack appearin', from out the track that I'm hearin' It's either that or I'm going back to racketeering Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy Pretenders every sentence to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia Gang Starr, The R, Dub C, baby pa Straight up, check it out