Yeah, Militia All-Star ??, first up Me? I'm Mr. Tan Rippin' the Sounds, Organized Rhymes Check it out
[Mr. Tan] I make this scene here clear, I make this whole spot dissapear You bustaz better recognize, I Quantum Leap, then reappear Now fuck last year, cause this year, I'm Jones-in like Eddie For the nation unknowin, it's on, you cowards ain't ready For the terror, I run with tru soldiers and drug smugglers That'll have you terrified, how we ride my nocca, fu'realla Let's keep this shit classified and clarify the situation Cause most these fools fakin, I'm takin niggaz down for hatin See it's total concentration, I'm breakin the rules ?? And I bet the next time they recognize a real rap star Switchin luxury cars, still just spinnin corners Organizin Rhymes, and get in where I fit in, potnah hold up You better show up, witcha gun out your holster I roast you and your whole crew, I'm Mr. Tan and I done told you We keep rippin, rippin the sounds Organized Rhymes, straight puttin it down We keep rippin, rippin the sounds Organized Rhymes, straight puttin it down
[Ms. Toi] Yeah.. Are we in sequence now? C'mon, let me show you how Raw uncut Militia men really get down with that Precious jewel precise, Ms. Toi, cut close For, perfect piece of ice, sparklin with gleam Glistenin lookin mean, you try to come test I Make sure I strike you with the West Who's actually one of the best rippin this coast My mommalicious styles keep hittin em low, rippin my shows While I, straight get it get it, I warned you In the beginnin-ginnin, now we straight winnin winnin And our records be spinnin, worldwide Where you gon' hide? I rhymes, feelin good tonight I blows minds for the most times, I shall climb With these Organized Rhymes And I'm rippin to make history this time But I'm still hard to find, and I'm steady waxin to shine (wax on.. wax off)
Chorus: Militia
Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound With the Militia, and we straight puttin it down Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound With the Militia, and we straight puttin it down Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound With the Militia, and we straight puttin it down Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound With the Militia.. with the Militia..
[?] Clear to circumfrence, seven CC's for heart pumpin Lyrically dumpin, MC's ain't sayin nothin They frontin, soft as a panda, propoganda Bullshittin they buntin, I'm home run hittin They fouled, fools is out of the game Magnified picture, blown out of the frame
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