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"Here's a ******in from state police, Princeton Junction." |
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"The militia...Certain individuals of unidentified nature Is now under complete control" |
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"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.." |
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"It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)" If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game |
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They'd relocate, and change their ****in' name |
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I eradicate move fakers, roll with coat shakers |
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Give dap to mad money makers |
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I make moves so I'mma earthquaker |
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I've been known to instill fear |
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Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the ****** |
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City light, got me buggin' and trife |
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Premier hit me with music to ensure that it t**** right |
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And my flight, will be taken solely at night |
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'Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt |
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And in the dark hours is when I will shower |
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With the knowledge of my trade to get paid |
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Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout |
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I be ****in it down while you be assed out |
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Puff mad L's but never passed out |
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And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out |
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There'll be no lettin' up, just straight shuttin' up |
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Or we'll start the wettin' up |
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Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you |
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Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia |
| [01:22.19][Hook: Freddie Foxxx] |
Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot |
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'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx |
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When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop |
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It's The Militia |
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Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot |
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'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx |
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When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop |
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It's The Militia |
| [01:42.45][Verse 2: Guru] |
Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command |
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And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand |
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Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties |
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I creep gradually, 'til everybody knows |
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That I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes |
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The anger inside had me trapped |
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Til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats |
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For big stacks, watch your back when I send em in |
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Caught you tremblin', my name and face you're rememberin' |
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Several attempts, but nah *****, you'll never win |
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Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin' |
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Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back |
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My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat |
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That I walk on, I meditate while you talk on |
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And gossip, so I drop my hot ****; fully loaded Glock clips |
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So get the **** out my block, kid |
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As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right |
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And keeping it tight up in the street life |
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I meet life, head on, no holds barred |
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Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred |
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En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin' |
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Lyrical ******s make you dance from the trance you be kept in |
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Assessments are made before, and during combat |
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I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats |
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One of us, equals many of us |
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Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us |
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Conflict, is what I predict |
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You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare |
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We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya |
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The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia |
| [03:05.52][Hook: Freddie Foxxx] |
Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot |
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'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx |
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When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop |
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It's The Militia |
| [03:15.18][Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx] |
You *****s owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect |
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For you **** fiend *****s in rap, I here to inject, check |
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My style is butter baby, spread it around |
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But when you *****s don't flow it right and **** up my sound |
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I get down; in '** I spit a "buck" in the face |
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Of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase |
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MC's are only recognized for their flows |
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I'm worldwide for the *******, that I turned into hoes |
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You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes |
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For all them faking ass *****s and how I bust up their nose |
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And while your, nose is drippin', and drainin' blood |
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I'll be standing over you screamin', "*****, WHAT, WHAT?! ***** WHAT?!" |
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*****s feel my presence, like I'm right in their palm |
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'Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on |
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No more twin Glocks, they jam up my plays |
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Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's |
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I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref |
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Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech |
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I turn you fake *****s on and off, like I'm the clapper |
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I rob so many *****s, they should call me Jack the Rapper |
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I'll the illest ***** doing this, dead or alive |
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Gloria Gaynor on you mother****ers, I Will Survive |
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You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back? |
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You step inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh |
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My war is so tight, my drama so ill |
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Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill |
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I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn |
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So the *****s who be rhyming next, will miss a turn |
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When you speak of who's the ****st MC, I don't come up |
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But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay one up, what's up? |
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I got stripes like you got strikes and bogus mikes |
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Do what ***** *****s do best - bite |
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Y'all *****s can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow |
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Preem' brought Bumpy this track so I'ma let you know |
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Before I slide I'mma leave you this jewel |
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Even mechanics walk around with they tools |
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It's the Militia |