The militia ii lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : The militia ii
 
* also appears on _the militia remix_ 12" and
the belly soundtrack

"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 niggas likin primo’s
beats
Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
And kick hot shit, 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--
It’s the militia --> freddie foxxx *repeat*

[wc]
Makin a move, makin a move, who’s that nigga
thats makin a move? 
It’s the shadiest rhymin’-back, actin’ a
motherfucking 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 niggas 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 massacre
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
R get the red carpet, just call me on
Corner the market like the mic’s last name was
corleone
The facade killer, 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