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

[Intro: Guru & (Samples)] ("It's the real...") ("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 ("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") [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 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 [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 serious ("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 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 [Chorus: Guru, Freddie Foxxx & (Samples)] 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 [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' 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