"There's a bulletin state police Princeton Junction"

"The militia...
Certain individuals of unidentified nature
is now [bad word] control"

"Hip hop is not what it is today.."

"It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)"

Verse one: Big Shug

If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd relocate and change their [bad word] name
I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers
Give dap to mad money makers
Shared cells with lifetakers, have  [bad word] I make moves so I'ma earthquaker
I've been known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm [bad word] tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right
And my flight, will be taken solely at night
Cause that's when the [bad word] out, no doubt
And in the dark hours is when I will shower
with the knowledge of my trade to get paid
Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout
I be [bad word] it down while you be assed out
Puff mad L's but never passed out
And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out
There'll be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up
or we'll start the wettin up
Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you
Big Shug, [bad word]  Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia
 [bad word]  Freddie Foxxx

Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot
Cause it's Big Shug, [bad word]  and Freddie the Foxxx
When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia *echoes*
 [bad word] 
Verse Two: [bad word] 
Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but [bad word] And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand
Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties
I creep gradually, til everybody knows
that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes
The anger inside had me trapped
til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats
for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in
Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin
Several attempts, but nah [bad word]  you'll never win
Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin
Take you to the mat, peep 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 [bad word]  fully loaded glock clips
So get the [bad word] out 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 life
I meet life, head on, no holds barred
Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and [bad word] I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats
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 flare
We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya
The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia
 [bad word] 
Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx

You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, [bad word] to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you niggaz don't flow it right and [bad word] up my sound
I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face
of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
MC's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the [bad word]  that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking [bad word] niggaz and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, &a