K-Deep - The Militia lyrics

Instrumental: Books Of War by MF Doom & RZA [First Verse: PepperCorn] Mate it's blatant that I don't rap to make a statement I rap to keep my vacant looking patients in my basement But still to my amazement the agents are complacent So I just don the mask and the machete/ pull a Jason Adjacent to the pavement/ angry and impatient A product of society so fussed with segregation Wow, and you can't argue with this It's like a pyramid scheme the way there's always a twist A flick of the wrist/ dismissed before you've opened your mouth So I'ma dry these wet flannels like I'm bringing a drought I'm hanging them out ‘cause I'm all about tomfoolery You'll catch me with the Swazi Gold but I'm not talking j**elry I know who the rudest be with bachelor's degrees And expertise in constant scrutiny/ yeah I do it beautifully Any opportunity to f** up my community I'll k** the motherf**er then I'll even read the eulogy Who's a G? Presumably these rappers acting frugally Skinny naked bars like anorexic girls and nudity Yeah, to those degenerate brehs Spending all day stoned but sure they'll all be millionaires Not handling shares/ see me I'm handling bars And I'll be/ nah...*{tape rewind}* See me I'm handling bars And I'll be damned dancing in the sand if they all get cast [Second Verse: K-Deep] Bar for bar my target is to bring you f**ers up to par I can't believe the sh** I hear that gets a pa** Like that's considered good? I wish you dickheads would Was a shy child that type-mild getting pissed And shook of speaking up/ grew into this bully fully formed My head kept heating up/ my words just couldn't do the sh** My lyrics could/ so I studied my art just to feel like I was better Than the others I marked my targets loading my gun up with bars Start k**ing all my enemies and filling up caskets Used to care what people had to say but I don't give a sh** now Now when they all chat to me I tell ‘em all “Just get down!” Covered up my scars/ f** it, leave ‘em open Through my wounds you'll see I'm super-human And I'm sick/ wow My eyes are red with no weed Bloodshot ‘cause my soul bleeds The juices in my brain are more than potent It should show throughout this whole thing It's best you know by now that you could never stop me when I spit Man I'm a co*ky prick who knows that he can burn you out And sit back blowing smoke rings f** around and you'll be on my list If there's an opening… Man I work so much better under pressure When a**embling all these letters With the intention here of settling our scores Squeeze the metal get you set on fire EQ the treble/ pump the ba** and shake you to your knees Like you've just seen the next messiah I channel KRS, DMX and Jay-Z Rakim, Q-Tip, Andre, Raekwon, Mos Def, 2Pac and Shady Motherf**er don't come for me Filling all my bullets up with lyrical powder My pen and my pad and my palette Batter that man that they wanna reckon they're bad when they rap And I never wanna be the one to come and f** up all their planning ‘Cause I never wanna be the one to come and take another dream And erase it/ my mind keeps on racing Hence when I'm spitting all my lyrics tend to fill up every millisecond Fit in all these syllables to k** off all these mini-individuals I'm feeling too sick to listen to… Rewind the tape/ remind yourself each line I say Deciphered right/ a sky of haze full of ash and smoke Feeling bound to choke is what you get When I set this f**ing mic ablaze Raw sh**/ thoughtless/ held these bars for months Said “f** it”/ made the appointment/ had the abortion I was bored it's time I called it quits So here's my verse I shouldn't have wrote And on that note f** the audience! *{Tape rewinds}* That was a joke…