Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and during combat
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
Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot
Cause it's Big Drew, Bürke, and Eazy the Coxxx
When Pado bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia