paroles de chanson The Militia (instrumental) - Gang Starr
"There′s
a
bulletin
- state
police,
princeton
junction"
"The
militia...
Certain
individuals
of
unidentified
nature
Is
now
under
complete
control"
"Hip-hop
is
not,
what
it
is
today."
"It's
the
real
*echoes*...
it′s
the
(militia)"
One:
big
shug
If
heads
only
knew
how
I
felt
about
the
rap
game
They'd
relocate,
and
change
their
f**kin
name
I
eradicate
movefakers,
roll
with
coat
shakers
Give
dap
to
mad
money
makers
Shared
cells
with
lifetakers,
have
sex
with
rumpshakers
I
make
moves
so
i'ma
earthquaker
I′ve
been
known
to
instill
fear
Although
the
world
may
be
round,
we
still
trapped
in
the
square
City
light,
got
me
buggin
and
trife
Some
die
by
the
gun,
some
die
by
the
knife
It′s
alright,
like
a
game
of
spades
I'm
trump
tight
Premier
hit
me
with
music
to
ensure
that
it
thump
right
And
my
flight,
will
be
taken
solely
at
night
Cause
that′s
when
the
freaks
come
out,
no
doubt
And
in
the
dark
hours
is
when
I
will
shower
With
the
knowledge
of
my
trade
to
get
paid
Still
I
make
moves
like
a
snake
in
the
grass,
roundabout
I
be
dickin
it
down
while
you
be
assed
out
Puff
mad
l's
but
never
passed
out
And
if
I′m
caught
up
in
a
jam
I
blast
my
way
out
There'll
be
no
lettin
up,
just
straight
shuttin
up
Or
we′ll
start
the
wettin
up
Lyrical
infrared
sceptor
never
miss
you
Big
shug,
guru,
freddie
foxxx,
the
militia,
militia
Freddie
foxxx
Everybody's
spittin
it,
the
rhyme
is
hot
Cause
it's
big
shug,
guru,
and
freddie
the
foxxx
When
premier
bring
the
beats,
no
it
just
don′t
stop
It′s
the
militia
*echoes*
Two:
guru
Yo;
I
ain't
one
to
succumb
to
no
man,
but
to
command
And
scoop
up
the
troops
when
it′s
time
to
take
a
stand
Emphatically,
deep
strategies
leave
casualties
I
creep
gradually,
til
everybody
knows
That
I
got
more
flows
than
rosebud
got
hoes
The
anger
inside
had
me
trapped
Til
I
got
geared
up
with
raps
to
tear
you
up
like
big
gats
For
big
stacks,
watch
your
back
when
I
send
em
in
Caught
you
tremblin,
my
name
and
face
you're
rememberin
Several
attempts,
but
nah
bitch,
you′ll
never
win
Rhymes
pierce
your
skin
or
maybe
limbs
we'll
be
severin
Take
you
to
the
mat,
peep
that,
you
should
keep
back
My
ill-kid
format
will
lay
you
flat
like
a
doormat
That
I
walk
on,
I
meditate
while
you
talk
on
And
gossip,
so
I
drop
my
hot
shit;
fully
loaded
glock
clips
So
get
the
f**k
out
my
block,
kid
As
nights
turn
to
days,
days
go
back
to
nights,
we
be
speaking
it
right
And
keeping
it
tight
up
in
the
street
life
I
meet
life,
head
on,
no
holds
barred
Born
with
a
heart
of
gold,
now
mostly
cold
and
scarred
En
guard,
choose
your
weapon,
or
get
to
steppin
Lyrical
bullets
make
you
dance
from
the
trance
you
be
kept
in
Assessments
are
made
before,
and
during
combat
I
master
my
hunger,
blow
the
spot
when
I
bomb
cats
One
of
us,
equals
many
of
us
Disrespect
one
of
us,
you′ll
see
plenty
of
us
Conflict,
is
what
I
predict
You
and
your
fellas
is
mad
jealous,
attempting
to
flare
We
cleverly
stalked
ya,
your
fam'll
miss
ya
The
war's
on,
that′s
why
we
formed
the
militia
Three:
freddie
foxxx
You
niggaz
owe
me
for
my
rhymes,
I
come
to
collect
For
you
dope
fiend
niggaz
in
rap,
I
here
to
inject,
check
My
style
is
water
baby,
spread
it
around
But
when
you
niggaz
don′t
flow
it
right
and
f**k
up
my
sound
I
get
down;
in
'89
I
spit
the
buck
in
the
face
Of
every
mc
that
came
in
the
place,
a
scar
you′ll
never
erase
Mc's
are
only
recognized
for
their
flows
I′m
worldwide
for
the
bitches,
that
I
turned
into
hoes
You
heard
me
spit
it
on
jew-elz,
that's
how
it
goes
For
all
them
faking
ass
niggaz
and
how
I
bust
up
they
nose
And
while
your,
nose
is
drippin,
and
drainin
blood
I
be
standing
over
you
screamin,
"nigga,
what,
what?!
nigga
what?!"
Niggas
feel
my
presence,
like
I′m
right
in
they
palm
Cause
a
stormy
day
is
coming,
when
you
see
me
so
calm,
it's
on
No
more
twin
glocks,
they
jam
up
my
plays
Now
it's
twin
.40
calibre
walther
ppk′s
I′m
in
the
control
of
my
game,
you
must
respect
me
like
the
ref
Uh-huh,
you
disrespect
*gun
clicks*
you
get
the
tech
I
turn
you
fake
niggaz
on
and
off,
like
I'm
the
clapper
I
rob
so
many
niggaz,
they
should
call
me
jack
the
rapper
I′ll
the
illest
nigga
doing
this,
dead
or
alive
Gloria
gaynor
on
you
motherf**kers,
I
will
survive
You
can
try
to
come
at
me,
but
do
you
want
the
kick
back?
You
snap
inside
the
cage
of
a
pit,
and
you
get
bit
back,
huh
My
war
is
so
tight,
my
drama
so
ill
Beef
with
me
hangs
around
like
a
unpaid
bill
I
push
these
lyrics
through
any
mc,
and
make
it
burn
So
the
niggaz
who
be
rhyming
next,
will
miss
a
turn
When
you
speak
of
who's
the
dopest
mc,
I
don′t
come
up
But
when
you
speak
of
who's
the
livest
mc,
I
stay
what
up,
what′s
up?
I
got
stripes
while
you
got
strikes
and
bogus
mikes
Do
what
bitch
niggaz
do
best
*utfo
sample*
bite
You
niggaz
can't
make
up
a
law
that
I
don't
overrule,
overthrow
Prim′
brought
bumpy
these
tracks
so
I
can
let
you
know
Before
I
slide
i′ma
leave
you
this
jewel
Even
mechanics
walk
around
with
they
tools
It's
the
militia
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Album
The Militia
1 The Militia (LP version)
2 The Militia (LP clean version)
3 The Militia (instrumental)
4 You Know My Steez (Three Men and a Lady remix) (Street version)
5 You Know My Steez (Three Men and a Lady remix) (radio version)
6 You Know My Steez (Three Men and a Lady remix) (instrumental)
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