(Guru):
This is a conquest, so i suggest you take a rest or keep a breath, and definitely keep a vest on that chest
Rhymes 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 L.A., real niggas flippin' Primo's beats
Put suckas on blast, send 'em back to class, and kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I brought the God Rakim, lyrically gunnin', you wanna dash? I got Dub-C, from South C, what, you doubt me?
Travel through warzones with my infared microphone,
In the year one mill, destroyin' enemies' chromosomes,
Words burn through flesh, leavin' nothin' but skeletal,
You best pay respect to the legends boy, I'm tellin' you, militia
(Chorus):
The illest, realest, representin'
Bringin the ruckus, let it be known
The illest, realest, word up, it's the militia
The illest, realest, representin'
Bringin the ruckus, let it be known
The illest, realest, word up, it's the militia
(WC):
Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga that's makin a move?
It's the shadiest rider back, actin a motherfuckin fool,
Four-Four packin, car jackin, steadily khakin, saggin, raggin, foot on my rag, and blessin my mag, leavin enemies in bodybags
Yeah nigga, whats crackin? What, yall thought it wasn't gonna happen?
Dub C and my east coast sisters, gettin together rappin
Gun clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness,
Look, im in New York, C-Walkin with two of Brooklyn's finest
My G affiliates from the east, we all bang,
But if yall dont mind, this is still Westside connect gang
Dress code the same, just new pieces on my neck,
Peacoats, brownies, house shoes and hair nets
Yall cant see this, so peep the sista G thats pushin a six, as i freak this, caviar Gang Starr Militia Remix,
It's Dub C, the gankiest loc out runnin this here,
With the Guru, and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, militia
(Chorus)
(Rakim):
Yo its the master, Mr. musical massacre,
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador,
R hit the red carpet, just call me on,
Corner the market like the mics last name was Corleone
The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla,
Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra-zilla,
My visions are vicious, suspects suspicious, plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin if you aint down you got to swear in,
These cats aint carin, in the habitat that were in,
Crack appearin, format the track that im hearin,