The Militia Chords by Gang Starr
Tempo:
93.7 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
F#
G#
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] Is Melissa Nathan Lee Princeton and Johnson?
Yep, Melissa.
We recommend that you hold the line.
Identifying nature is now under control.
[G#] [C#m] K-pop is not what it is today.
It's the real world.
It's the real world. Yep, Melissa.
[F#]
[C#m] Your friends only knew how I felt about the rap game.
They relocate and change their fucking name.
I eradicate move fakers, roll with coke shakers, get dabbed in mad money makers.
Shit sell with life takers, have sex with rum shakers.
I make moves so I'm an earth quaker.
I've been known to instill fear.
Although the world may be [Bm] round, we still trapped in the [C#m] square.
City light got me buggin' and trot.
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife.
It's alright, like a game of spades and trunk tight.
But man hit me with music to assure that it's not right.
And my flight will be taken solely at night.
Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt.
And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade [Bm] to get paid.
Still [C#m] I make moves like a snake in the grass, round about.
I'll be digging the ground while you be assed out.
Pup mad L's will never pass out.
And if I'm caught up in the jam, I'll blast my way out.
There'll be no letting up.
Jet straight shutting up.
Or we'll start duetting up.
Lyrical infrared set to never miss ya.
Big shook guru, [F#] Freddy Fox, the [C#m] militia, militia.
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, militia.
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, [G#] militia.
Yo, [C#m] I ain't one to succumb to no man but to command.
And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand.
And radically, deep strategy, leave casualties that creep gradually.
Till everybody knows that I got more flow than Rosebud got hoes.
The anger inside had me trapped.
Till I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big snacks.
[Bm] Watch your back when I [C#m] send them in.
You're trembling, my name and face you're remembering.
Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win.
Rhymes scratch your skin or maybe limbs will be shivering.
Take it to the mat, eat that, you should keep back.
My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk on.
I meditate while you talk on and gossip.
So I drop my hot shit, fully loaded Glock clips.
So get the fuck off my block, kid.
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights.
We be speaking it right and keeping it tight up in the street like my league life.
Head on, no holds barred.
Born with a heart of gold, [F#] now mostly cold and [C#m] scarred.
On guard, choose your weapon or get to stepping.
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in.
Assessments I've made before and during combat.
I mask them of hunger, blow the spot when I broadcast.
One of us equals many of us.
Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us.
Conflict is what I predict.
You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flip.
We cleverly stalked ya, your fam will miss ya.
The war's on, that's why we formed the militia.
I [F#]
[C#m] just figured that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shug, Foon Roo and Freddy the Fox.
You from here, bring the beats, no it just don't stop.
It's the militia.
[F#]
[C#m] You niggas only for my rhymes.
I come to [E] collect, for you dope fiend niggas in rap.
I'm here to [C#m] inject, check my style.
I'm a hood for the baby, spread it around.
But when you niggas don't flow it right, you fuck up my sound.
I get down.
In 89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC.
They came into place, a scar you'll never erase.
MC's are only recognized for their flows.
I'm worldwide for [G#m] the edges, then I turn to the [C#m] hoes.
You heard me spit it on 2L's.
That's how it go for all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up they nose.
And while your nose is dripping and draining blood.
I'll be standing over you screaming, nigga what, what, what.
Niggas feel my presence like I'm right in they palm.
Cause a stormy day is coming.
When you see me so calm, it's on.
No more twin clocks, they jam up my [G#] plays.
Now a twin 40 [N] caliber, walk the [C#m] PPKs.
I'm in control of my game, you must respect me like the ref.
Uh huh, you disrespect, you get the check.
I turn you fake niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper.
I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper.
I'm the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive.
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will survive.
You can try to come at me, but do you want to get back?
You snap [F#m] inside the cage of a pit, and you [C#m] get fed back.
My [E] water so tight, my drama so ill.
Beef with me, it hangs around like the unpaid bill.
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn.
So the niggas who [C#m] be rhyming next will miss a turn.
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up.
But when you speak of who's the loudest MC, I say what up, what's up.
I got strikes, why you got strikes and bonus mics?
Do what bitch niggas do best, fight.
You niggas [N] can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow.
Green brought bumpy [C#m] this track so I can let you [F#] know.
Before I slide, I'ma leave you this jewel.
Even mechanics walk around with they
Yep, Melissa.
We recommend that you hold the line.
Identifying nature is now under control.
[G#] [C#m] K-pop is not what it is today.
It's the real world.
It's the real world. Yep, Melissa.
[F#]
[C#m] Your friends only knew how I felt about the rap game.
They relocate and change their fucking name.
I eradicate move fakers, roll with coke shakers, get dabbed in mad money makers.
Shit sell with life takers, have sex with rum shakers.
I make moves so I'm an earth quaker.
I've been known to instill fear.
Although the world may be [Bm] round, we still trapped in the [C#m] square.
City light got me buggin' and trot.
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife.
It's alright, like a game of spades and trunk tight.
But man hit me with music to assure that it's not right.
And my flight will be taken solely at night.
Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt.
And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade [Bm] to get paid.
Still [C#m] I make moves like a snake in the grass, round about.
I'll be digging the ground while you be assed out.
Pup mad L's will never pass out.
And if I'm caught up in the jam, I'll blast my way out.
There'll be no letting up.
Jet straight shutting up.
Or we'll start duetting up.
Lyrical infrared set to never miss ya.
Big shook guru, [F#] Freddy Fox, the [C#m] militia, militia.
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, militia.
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, [G#] militia.
Yo, [C#m] I ain't one to succumb to no man but to command.
And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand.
And radically, deep strategy, leave casualties that creep gradually.
Till everybody knows that I got more flow than Rosebud got hoes.
The anger inside had me trapped.
Till I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big snacks.
[Bm] Watch your back when I [C#m] send them in.
You're trembling, my name and face you're remembering.
Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win.
Rhymes scratch your skin or maybe limbs will be shivering.
Take it to the mat, eat that, you should keep back.
My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk on.
I meditate while you talk on and gossip.
So I drop my hot shit, fully loaded Glock clips.
So get the fuck off my block, kid.
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights.
We be speaking it right and keeping it tight up in the street like my league life.
Head on, no holds barred.
Born with a heart of gold, [F#] now mostly cold and [C#m] scarred.
On guard, choose your weapon or get to stepping.
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in.
Assessments I've made before and during combat.
I mask them of hunger, blow the spot when I broadcast.
One of us equals many of us.
Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us.
Conflict is what I predict.
You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flip.
We cleverly stalked ya, your fam will miss ya.
The war's on, that's why we formed the militia.
I [F#]
[C#m] just figured that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shug, Foon Roo and Freddy the Fox.
You from here, bring the beats, no it just don't stop.
It's the militia.
[F#]
[C#m] You niggas only for my rhymes.
I come to [E] collect, for you dope fiend niggas in rap.
I'm here to [C#m] inject, check my style.
I'm a hood for the baby, spread it around.
But when you niggas don't flow it right, you fuck up my sound.
I get down.
In 89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC.
They came into place, a scar you'll never erase.
MC's are only recognized for their flows.
I'm worldwide for [G#m] the edges, then I turn to the [C#m] hoes.
You heard me spit it on 2L's.
That's how it go for all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up they nose.
And while your nose is dripping and draining blood.
I'll be standing over you screaming, nigga what, what, what.
Niggas feel my presence like I'm right in they palm.
Cause a stormy day is coming.
When you see me so calm, it's on.
No more twin clocks, they jam up my [G#] plays.
Now a twin 40 [N] caliber, walk the [C#m] PPKs.
I'm in control of my game, you must respect me like the ref.
Uh huh, you disrespect, you get the check.
I turn you fake niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper.
I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper.
I'm the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive.
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will survive.
You can try to come at me, but do you want to get back?
You snap [F#m] inside the cage of a pit, and you [C#m] get fed back.
My [E] water so tight, my drama so ill.
Beef with me, it hangs around like the unpaid bill.
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn.
So the niggas who [C#m] be rhyming next will miss a turn.
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up.
But when you speak of who's the loudest MC, I say what up, what's up.
I got strikes, why you got strikes and bonus mics?
Do what bitch niggas do best, fight.
You niggas [N] can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow.
Green brought bumpy [C#m] this track so I can let you [F#] know.
Before I slide, I'ma leave you this jewel.
Even mechanics walk around with they
Key:
C#m
F#
G#
Bm
E
C#m
F#
G#
[C#m] _ _ _ Is Melissa Nathan Lee Princeton and Johnson?
Yep, Melissa.
We recommend that you hold the line.
Identifying nature is now under control.
[G#] _ [C#m] K-pop is not what it is today.
It's the real world.
_ It's the real world. Yep, Melissa.
[F#] _
[C#m] Your friends only knew how I felt about the rap game.
They relocate and change their fucking name.
I eradicate move fakers, roll with coke shakers, get dabbed in mad money makers.
Shit sell with life takers, have sex with rum shakers.
I make moves so I'm an earth quaker.
I've been known to instill fear.
Although the world may be [Bm] round, we still trapped in the [C#m] square.
City light got me buggin' and trot.
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife.
It's alright, like a game of spades and trunk tight.
But man hit me with music to assure that it's not right.
And my flight will be taken solely at night.
Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt.
And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade [Bm] to get paid.
Still [C#m] I make moves like a snake in the grass, round about.
I'll be digging the ground while you be assed out.
Pup mad L's will never pass out.
And if I'm caught up in the jam, I'll blast my way out.
There'll be no letting up.
Jet straight shutting up.
Or we'll start duetting up.
Lyrical infrared set to never miss ya.
Big shook guru, [F#] Freddy Fox, the [C#m] militia, militia.
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, militia. _
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, [G#] militia.
Yo, [C#m] I ain't one to succumb to no man but to command.
And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand.
And radically, deep strategy, leave casualties that creep gradually.
Till everybody knows that I got more flow than Rosebud got hoes.
The anger inside had me trapped.
Till I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big snacks.
[Bm] Watch your back when I [C#m] send them in.
You're trembling, my name and face you're remembering.
Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win.
Rhymes scratch your skin or maybe limbs will be shivering.
Take it to the mat, eat that, you should keep back.
My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk on.
I meditate while you talk on and gossip.
So I drop my hot shit, fully loaded Glock clips.
So get the fuck off my block, kid.
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights.
We be speaking it right and keeping it tight up in the street like my league life.
Head on, no holds barred.
Born with a heart of gold, [F#] now mostly cold and [C#m] scarred.
On guard, choose your weapon or get to stepping.
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in.
Assessments I've made before and during combat.
I mask them of hunger, blow the spot when I broadcast.
One of us equals many of us.
Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us.
Conflict is what I predict.
You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flip.
We cleverly stalked ya, your fam will miss ya.
The war's on, that's why we formed the militia.
I _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#m] just figured that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shug, Foon Roo and Freddy the Fox.
You from here, bring the beats, no it just don't stop.
It's the militia.
[F#] _
[C#m] You niggas only for my rhymes.
I come to [E] collect, for you dope fiend niggas in rap.
I'm here to [C#m] inject, check my style.
I'm a hood for the baby, spread it around.
But when you niggas don't flow it right, you fuck up my sound.
I get down.
In 89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC.
They came into place, a scar you'll never erase.
MC's are only recognized for their flows.
I'm worldwide for [G#m] the edges, then I turn to the [C#m] hoes.
You heard me spit it on 2L's.
That's how it go for all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up they nose.
And while your nose is dripping and draining blood.
I'll be standing over you screaming, nigga what, what, what.
Niggas feel my presence like I'm right in they palm.
Cause a stormy day is coming.
When you see me so calm, it's on.
No more twin clocks, they jam up my [G#] plays.
Now a twin 40 [N] caliber, walk the [C#m] PPKs.
I'm in control of my game, you must respect me like the ref.
Uh huh, you disrespect, you get the check.
I turn you fake niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper.
I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper.
I'm the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive.
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will survive.
You can try to come at me, but do you want to get back?
You snap [F#m] inside the cage of a pit, and you [C#m] get fed back.
My [E] water so tight, my drama so ill.
Beef with me, it hangs around like the unpaid bill.
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn.
So the niggas who [C#m] be rhyming next will miss a turn.
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up.
But when you speak of who's the loudest MC, I say what up, what's up.
I got strikes, why you got strikes and bonus mics?
Do what bitch niggas do best, fight.
You niggas [N] can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow.
Green brought bumpy [C#m] this track so I can let you [F#] know.
Before I slide, I'ma leave you this jewel.
Even mechanics walk around with they
Yep, Melissa.
We recommend that you hold the line.
Identifying nature is now under control.
[G#] _ [C#m] K-pop is not what it is today.
It's the real world.
_ It's the real world. Yep, Melissa.
[F#] _
[C#m] Your friends only knew how I felt about the rap game.
They relocate and change their fucking name.
I eradicate move fakers, roll with coke shakers, get dabbed in mad money makers.
Shit sell with life takers, have sex with rum shakers.
I make moves so I'm an earth quaker.
I've been known to instill fear.
Although the world may be [Bm] round, we still trapped in the [C#m] square.
City light got me buggin' and trot.
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife.
It's alright, like a game of spades and trunk tight.
But man hit me with music to assure that it's not right.
And my flight will be taken solely at night.
Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt.
And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade [Bm] to get paid.
Still [C#m] I make moves like a snake in the grass, round about.
I'll be digging the ground while you be assed out.
Pup mad L's will never pass out.
And if I'm caught up in the jam, I'll blast my way out.
There'll be no letting up.
Jet straight shutting up.
Or we'll start duetting up.
Lyrical infrared set to never miss ya.
Big shook guru, [F#] Freddy Fox, the [C#m] militia, militia.
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, militia. _
Everybody's saying that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shook Guru and Freddy Fox.
When Premier bring the beat, you know it just don't stop.
It's the militia, [G#] militia.
Yo, [C#m] I ain't one to succumb to no man but to command.
And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand.
And radically, deep strategy, leave casualties that creep gradually.
Till everybody knows that I got more flow than Rosebud got hoes.
The anger inside had me trapped.
Till I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big snacks.
[Bm] Watch your back when I [C#m] send them in.
You're trembling, my name and face you're remembering.
Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win.
Rhymes scratch your skin or maybe limbs will be shivering.
Take it to the mat, eat that, you should keep back.
My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk on.
I meditate while you talk on and gossip.
So I drop my hot shit, fully loaded Glock clips.
So get the fuck off my block, kid.
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights.
We be speaking it right and keeping it tight up in the street like my league life.
Head on, no holds barred.
Born with a heart of gold, [F#] now mostly cold and [C#m] scarred.
On guard, choose your weapon or get to stepping.
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in.
Assessments I've made before and during combat.
I mask them of hunger, blow the spot when I broadcast.
One of us equals many of us.
Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us.
Conflict is what I predict.
You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flip.
We cleverly stalked ya, your fam will miss ya.
The war's on, that's why we formed the militia.
I _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#m] just figured that the rhyme is hot.
Cause it's Big Shug, Foon Roo and Freddy the Fox.
You from here, bring the beats, no it just don't stop.
It's the militia.
[F#] _
[C#m] You niggas only for my rhymes.
I come to [E] collect, for you dope fiend niggas in rap.
I'm here to [C#m] inject, check my style.
I'm a hood for the baby, spread it around.
But when you niggas don't flow it right, you fuck up my sound.
I get down.
In 89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC.
They came into place, a scar you'll never erase.
MC's are only recognized for their flows.
I'm worldwide for [G#m] the edges, then I turn to the [C#m] hoes.
You heard me spit it on 2L's.
That's how it go for all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up they nose.
And while your nose is dripping and draining blood.
I'll be standing over you screaming, nigga what, what, what.
Niggas feel my presence like I'm right in they palm.
Cause a stormy day is coming.
When you see me so calm, it's on.
No more twin clocks, they jam up my [G#] plays.
Now a twin 40 [N] caliber, walk the [C#m] PPKs.
I'm in control of my game, you must respect me like the ref.
Uh huh, you disrespect, you get the check.
I turn you fake niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper.
I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper.
I'm the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive.
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will survive.
You can try to come at me, but do you want to get back?
You snap [F#m] inside the cage of a pit, and you [C#m] get fed back.
My [E] water so tight, my drama so ill.
Beef with me, it hangs around like the unpaid bill.
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn.
So the niggas who [C#m] be rhyming next will miss a turn.
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up.
But when you speak of who's the loudest MC, I say what up, what's up.
I got strikes, why you got strikes and bonus mics?
Do what bitch niggas do best, fight.
You niggas [N] can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow.
Green brought bumpy [C#m] this track so I can let you [F#] know.
Before I slide, I'ma leave you this jewel.
Even mechanics walk around with they