Take Flight (Militia, Pt. 4) - Gang Starr, Freddie Foxxx, Big Shug

Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it’s serious

(«You know and I know»)

Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it’s serious

(«Nigga 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»)

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 bitch niggas 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 fuck outta here

We got the safeties and the locks off just in case it jump off

Count to three, only these niggas dump off

For the love of hip-hop, what’s it worth?

For the pain of hip-hop, we bringin' the hurt

Fake niggas, we put in the dirt

Silly rap nigga wearin' a skirt

We unbeatable, don’t even try

Fuck around, lay around, do or die

It’s the militia

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 serious

(«It's the militia») («It's the real»)

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

Pussy, 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

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 serious

(«It's the militia»)

Raw

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'

Bitch niggas 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 fuck I want on every song

And you bitches are mad 'cause you spit a facade

For sad niggas 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 fuck your music is the basis

'Cause my shit hard, rip to the gods, say it, militia