You nikkaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend nikkaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you nikkaz don't flow it right and fukk 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 bytches, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass nikkaz and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "nikka,
WHAT, WHAT?! nikka WHAT?!"
nikkas 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 glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake nikkaz on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many nikkaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest nikka doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfukkers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my drama so ill
Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn
So the nikkaz who 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 livest
MC, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bytch nikkaz do best *UTFO sample* bite
You nikkaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know
Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia
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