[00:00.00][Intro] Here's a ****ing from state police, Princeton Junction
[00:05.33]"The militia...Certain individuals of unidentified nature Is now under complete control"
[00:12.00]"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.."
[00:15.51]"It's the real shit... it's the (militia)" If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
[00:23.66]They'd relocate, and change their ****ing name
[00:25.50]I eradicate move fakers, roll with coat shakers
[00:28.77]Give dap to mad money makers
[00:34.62]I make moves so I'mma earthquaker
[00:36.33]I've been known to instill fear
[00:37.98]Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the shit
[00:40.87]City light, got me buggin' and trife
[00:48.67]Premier hit me with music to ensure that it t**** right
[00:51.11]And my flight, will be taken solely at night
[00:53.67]'Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt
[00:56.06]And in the dark hours is when I will shower
[00:58.67]With the knowledge of my trade to get paid
[01:00.67]Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout
[01:03.50]I be ****ing it down while you be assed out
[01:06.28]Puff mad L's but never passed out
[01:08.37]And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out
[01:11.37]There'll be no lettin' up, just straight shuttin' up
[01:15.33]Or we'll start the wettin' up
[01:17.71]Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you
[01:19.54]Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia
[01:22.19][Hook: Freddie Foxxx]Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot
[01:24.23]'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
[01:26.88]When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
[01:29.24]It's The Militia
[01:32.12]Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot
[01:34.58]'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
[01:37.12]When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
[01:39.64]It's The Militia
[01:42.45][Verse 2: Guru]Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command
[01:45.17]And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand
[01:47.50]Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties
[01:50.28]I creep gradually, 'til everybody knows
[01:52.51]That I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes
[01:54.98]The anger inside had me trapped
[01:57.29]Til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats
[02:00.40]For big stacks, watch your back when I send em in
[02:03.47]Caught you tremblin', my name and face you're rememberin'
[02:05.97]Several attempts, but nah b***h, you'll never win
[02:08.31]Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin'
[02:11.00]Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back
[02:13.21]My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat
[02:15.53]That I walk on, I meditate while you talk on
[02:18.15]And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded Glock clips
[02:21.60]So get the **** out my block, kid
[02:23.69]As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right
[02:26.87]And keeping it tight up in the street life
[02:29.01]I meet life, head on, no holds barred
[02:30.95]Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
[02:33.66]En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin'
[02:36.45]Lyrical niggas make you dance from the trance you be kept in
[02:38.90]Assessments are made before, and during combat
[02:41.26]I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats
[02:43.84]One of us, equals many of us
[02:46.62]Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us
[02:48.63]Conflict, is what I predict
[02:51.03]You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare
[02:53.78]We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya
[02:56.53]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
[03:08.53]'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
[03:10.96]When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
[03:12.07]It's The Militia
[03:15.18][Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]You niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
[03:17.31]For you b***h fiend niggas in rap, I here to inject, check
[03:19.95]My style is butter baby, spread it around
[03:22.04]But when you niggas don't flow it right and **** up my sound
[03:24.43]I get down; in sex I spit a "buck" in the fac
[03:26.88]Of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
[03:30.37]MC's are only recognized for their flows
[03:32.49]I'm worldwide for the b*****s, that I turned into hoes
[03:35.01]You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
[03:37.12]For all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up their nose
[03:39.81]And while your, nose is drippin', and drainin' blood
[03:42.39]I'll be standing over you screamin', "B***h, WHAT, WHAT?! B***H WHAT?!"
[03:45.45]Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in their palm
[03:47.51]'Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
[03:50.32]No more twin Glocks, they jam up my plays
[03:52.53]Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
[03:55.00]I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
[03:57.81]Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech
[04:00.42]I turn you fake niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper
[04:02.86]I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper
[04:05.22]I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
[04:07.78]Gloria Gaynor on you mother****ers, I Will Survive
[04:10.12]You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
[04:13.34]You step inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
[04:16.19]My war is so tight, my drama so ill
[04:18.47]Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill
[04:20.67]I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn
[04:23.97]So the niggas who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
[04:26.69]When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up
[04:29.34]But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay one up, what's up?
[04:31.38]I got stripes like you got strikes and bogus mikes
[04:33.90]Do what b***h niggas do best - bite
[04:36.14]Y'all niggas can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
[04:39.37]Preem' brought Bumpy this track so I'ma let you know
[04:42.95]Before I slide I'mma leave you this jewel
[04:44.66]Even mechanics walk around with they tools
[04:46.39]It's the Militia

Here's a ****ing from 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 shit... it's the (militia)" If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd relocate, and change their ****ing name
I eradicate move fakers, roll with coat shakers
Give dap to mad money makers
I make moves so I'mma earthquaker
I've been known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the shit
City light, got me buggin' and trife
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it t**** 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 ****ing 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
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
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
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 b***h, 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 **** 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 niggas 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
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
You niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you b***h fiend niggas in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is butter baby, spread it around
But when you niggas don't flow it right and **** up my sound
I get down; in sex I spit a "buck" in the fac
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 b*****s, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up their nose
And while your, nose is drippin', and drainin' blood
I'll be standing over you screamin', "B***h, WHAT, WHAT?! B***H WHAT?!"
Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in their 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 its 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 niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you mother****ers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You step 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 niggas 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 one up, what's up?
I got stripes like you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what b***h niggas do best - bite
Y'all niggas can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Preem' brought Bumpy this track so I'ma let you know
Before I slide I'mma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia