Take Flight (Militia, Pt. 4) lyrics

by

Nitty Scott


[Intro: Guru]
It's the real
It's, it's the
Conversatin' like some raw pimps sportin' the minks
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
You know and I know
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
n*gga better bang
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
Then I'm runnin' through the spot
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
However it's gon' go, it's gon' be that

[Verse 1: Big Shug]
One in the spiritual, three in the physical
OG soul like Smokey and the Miracles
Grimy and lyrical, you want it? Here it go
We be in spots where b*tch n*ggas fear to go
Abrasive, still smack faces
Grab you by your neck, smash your head in the basement
Godly, still controllin' the square
You the competition? Get the f*ck outta here
We got the safeties and the locks off just in case it jump off
Count to three, only these n*ggas dump off
For the love of hip-hop, what's it worth?
For the pain of hip-hop, we bringin' the hearse
Fake n*ggas, we put in the dirt
Silly rap n*gga wearin' a skirt
We unbeatable, don't even try
f*ck around, lay around, do or die
It's the militia
[Chorus: Guru]
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
However it's gon' go, it's gon' be that
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight
It's the militia
It's the real

[Verse 2: Guru]
Let's see if you can rap and step with this production
I never left, plus I kept me somethin'
That I could use on these MC's that kept frontin'
They watched me unload and explode, I kept dumpin'
The Black Bruno, with the Mack uno uno
Crush you like a Black sumo, I'm back, you know
The man of the hour, I'm the man of the year
Make room and understand I'm here
Hell, my clientele is the most regal
I crush brain cells, my name rings bells to most people
You broke the rules, so I'ma have to get at you
pus*y, you're pitiful, your crew can catch a clip or two
Always the swiftest, you, watch the way I lift his jewels
He's woozy, excuse me while I rip this dude
I light a Dutch while you get touched with ease
And your chick steady fallin' in love with me

[Chorus: Guru & Freddie Foxxx]
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
However it's gon' go, it's gon' be that
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight
It's the militia
Raw
[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]
Yo, it's the gang Gang Starr across my chest
On Gu' and them, I never let Solar rest
Me robbin' them rappers that's braggin'
The pain is of Attica stabbin' you
Leakin' from holes you didn't know you was havin'
b*tch n*ggas take flight when Bump pick up the mic
I write what rappers wanna be like in real life
Then spit your favorite song with verses crazy long
'Cause I do what the f*ck I want on every song
And you b*tches are mad 'cause you spit a facade
For sad n*ggas who thought hip-hop was really gone
But not for very long, I'm back to carry on
Like I'm Marshawn Lynch, runnin' through every song
Wack rappers, take a knee, all races
In any race, Freddie Foxxx put that ox to they faces
And f*ck your music is the basis
'Cause my sh*t hard, RIP to the gods, say it, militia
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