[Guru]
  This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest
  Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest
  Rymes 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 LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats
  Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
  And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
  I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash?
  I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me?
  Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone
  In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones
  Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
  You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia
  
  Chorus:
  
  --The illest-- --Realest-- --Representin--
  --Bringin the rukkus-- --Let it be known--
  --The illest-- --Realest-- --Word up--
  It's The Militia --> Freddie Foxxx *repeat*
  
  [WC]
  Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
  It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
  Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
  Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags
  You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?
  Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin
  Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
  Look while I'm in New York City,
  walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest
  My two affiliates from the East we all bang
  But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang
  Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck
  East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
  Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six
  As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix
  It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here
  With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia
  
  Chorus
  
  [Rakim]
  Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre
  Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
  R get the red carpet, just call me on
  Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone
  The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla
  Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller
  My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious
  Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
  No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin
  And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
  Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin
  It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering
  Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini
  But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy
  For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture?
  Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia
  
  GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out