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