Militia II
Gang Starr feat. WC & Rakim Lyrics

This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest
We're about to take over, so you should sit this one out before you get hurt

Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest
You might want to catch your breath, but make sure you wear a bulletproof vest

Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin'
I'm armed with rhymes, like a thug with a gun during a carjacking

Shoot off your hat when I start cappin', this is no actin'
When I start spitting my rhymes, I'll blow your hat off; this is no act

From the late-night drama, of the New York streets
I come from the drama-filled streets of New York at night

To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats
I go to the hoods of Los Angeles where real people like DJ Premier's beats

Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
I will put any opponents in their place, and send them back to their classrooms

And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I'll spit fire to make money, just like Johnny Cash

I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash?
I came with the rap God, Rakim, who'll lyrically destroy you; you might want to run

I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me?
I have Dub C from South C as my ally; what's there to doubt?

Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone
I go through dangerous areas with my microphone that detects heat signatures

In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones
I'll destroy my enemies in the year One Million, down to their chromosomes

Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
My words are so powerful they can burn flesh, leaving only bones

You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia
You need to show respect to the legends, or you'll face the Militia

Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
Someone's making moves; who might that be?

Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
I have guns in my jacket, hitting the tag, while it sags and bags

Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags
I step on my rag, mess up my bag, and leave my enemies in body bags

You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?
You were talking tough–did you think nothing was going to happen?

Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin
Dub C and my East Coast sisters are collaborating on a rap song

Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
We're shooting guns, smacking chumps, and you better bow to your king

Look while I'm in New York City, walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest
I'm in New York City, walking with two of the best cops from Brooklyn

My two affiliates from the East we all bang
Me and my two East Coast friends are affiliated and ready for action

But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang
But, excuse me, we're still representing the Westside Connect Gang

Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck
Our dress code is the same, except for new jewelry on my neck

East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
On the East Coast, we like brownies, house shoes, and hair nets

Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six
You can't see me, so look–a girl named G is driving a BMW 6 Series

As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix
As I perform, listen to the caviar remix of Gangstarr's Militia

It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here
I'm Dub C, the most dangerous local guy, and I'm running things

With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia
I'm with the Guru and DJ Premier, the toughest guys from New York, part of the Militia

The illest--Realest--Representin
We are the best, the most authentic, and we represent ourselves

Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known
We cause trouble wherever we go, and everyone should know it

Word up
Agreed, or yes

It's The Militia
We are the Militia

Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre
I'm the Master, the Musical Massacre

Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
I have a passion for disaster, I'm the ambassador of paragraphs

R get the red carpet, just call me on
Call me, and I'll make sure you get the royal treatment

Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone
I dominate my industry, like the microphone's last name is Corleone, like in The Godfather

The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla
I'm ruthless, and I'll come to your city like Godzilla

Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller
Think of the sickest thing you've ever seen, and I'm even sicker

My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious
I have a vicious vision, and I suspect suspicious behavior

Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
My plans are ambitious, and my motive is malicious

No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin
Don't interfere, if you're not with us, you must swear you won't get involved

And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
These people don't care, they're not aware of their environment

Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin
I hear crackling, coming from the track I'm listening to

It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering
This is my chance, or I'll go back to my old life of illegal activities

Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini
You need to see me, I have a crew like Mussolini's, strong and organized

But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy
But, I'm as cool as Moe Dee, I have a smooth and easy flow

For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture?
I can turn calm centers into wild situations; do you understand?

Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia
Rakim is the best rapper, and he's with the Militia

GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out
It's GangStarr, The R, and Dub C, let's do this, check it out!