The Militia chords by Gang Starr
Verse 1
Am
There's a bulletin, state police,
Princeton Junction
The militia
Certain individuals of unidentified nature
Is now under complete control
G
Hip- hop is not, what it is today
Am
It's the real
It's the (militia)
Verse 2
Am
If heads only knew how I felt
about the rap game
They'd relocate,
and change their fuckin' 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'
E
Am
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
Verse 3
Am
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
Verse 4
It's The Militia
Am
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
Verse 5
It's The Militia
Am
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 fuck 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,
Dm
now mostly cold and scarred
Am
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
Dm
Am
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,
Verse 6
that's why we formed The Militia
Am
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
Verse 7
It's The Militia
Am
You niggas owe me for my rhymes,
I come to collect
For you dope fiend niggas in rap,
I'm here to inject, check
My style is water, baby, spread it around
But when you niggas don't flow
it right and fuck 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
Dm
I turned into hoes
Am
You heard me spit it on Jew-
elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking- ass niggas
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?" (What, nigga?)
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 caliber
Walther PPK's
I'm in control of my game,
you must respect me like The Ref
Uh- huh, you disrespect 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'm the illest nigga doing this,
dead or alive
Am
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers,
I will survive
You can try to come at me,
but do you want the kick back?
Am
You snap inside the cage of a
pit and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my drama so ill
Am
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 what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got
Am
strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggas do best bite
You niggas can't make up a law that I don't overrule,
overthrow
Preme' 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
The Militia
Gang Starr
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