Gang Starr - The militia ii - feat. w.c. and rakim lyrics

(feat. Rakim, W.C.) "A special guest" "It's the militia... It's the militia" [Guru] This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes 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 warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia [Chorus:] "The illest" "Realest" "Representin" "Bringin the rukkus" "Let it be known" "The illest" "Realest" "Word up" [Freddie Foxxx] It's The Militia [repeat] [WC] Makin a move, makin a move, who's that n***a thats 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 GangStarr 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 [Chorus] [Rakim] 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 vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin And 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 For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out