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Rakim:
Calling all rugrats (3x)
Please come in rugrats

Take it to the maximum
Take it to the max (8x)

Rakim:
All in together lets make a game
We can all win if we play the same
Whoever gets caught got to take the blame
We gon' take the train, take the train

Take it to the maximum (3x)
Rakim: take it to the maximum

Rakim:
The trains been highjacked on track and never come back
The express, the last stop is where the funs at
I got my friends, a car full of hostages
To the destination, they'll be lots of kids
Enough said, take it full steam ahead
I give extreme direction to the team of fed
We ain't a breeze, once we hit top speed they gonna panic
But it's aerodynamic
Scream across the planet
Engines go against a airforce wind
Adrenaline, make sure the trail of force won't end
The third rail prevails
We don't pretend to spin
Next questions is when will the fun begin
What will we get there, double the kicks
Hurry up because we can get in trouble for this
Speeding the rugrat's and them we have to come
Take it to the maximum

All in together lets make a game
We can all win if we play the same
Whoever gets caught got to take the blame
We gon' take the train, take the train

Take it to the maximum (3x)
Come on
Rakim: take it to the maximum (2x)

Rakim:
Keep it moving, is this the fastest this thing can go? (no)
Did we lose them?
Speed it up we're going too slow, where's the turbo button at? (right here
I'ma push it)
Anymore juice that can boost the blow,
Stand back give me that, i'ma play a game
Let's see who can gain on the runaway train
Everything is real so i know i'll win
While you wish you could, i know i can
It's action pack, i was meant for this
High energy and adventurous
Look around we're going faster than the speed of sound
Anymore faster and we'll leave the ground
Day designed, outlined the curve
We zig-and-zag till we start to swerve
Speeding the rugrat's and them we have to come
Take it to the maximum

All in together lets make a game
We can all win if we play the same
Whoever gets caught got to take the blame
We gon' take the train, take the train

Take it to the maximum (3x)
Rakim: take it to the maximum (2x)

Rakim:
Yo, yo, take it to the maximum, yaknahmean?
And right now i want to give a major shout out to my little peoples
To otis, arlo, gabby, little jamie, jerdy, jay, justin, jared

Danny saber:
Ruby, brandon, cory, donny, tyler, jake, lucy, medio

Rakim:
To little people's
Tymel, destiny, and jabbar
One love, get your rugrat on.
Yaknahmean
Peace
Take it to the maximum

Take it to the maximum (5x)

* also appears on _the militia remix_ 12" and the belly soundtrack

"a special guest" "it's the militia... it's the militia"

[guru]
This is a conquest, so i suggest you take a rest
Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest
Rymes i'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin'
Shoot off your hat when i start cappin, this is no actin
G-a-n-g, s-t-a double r
And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa
From the late-night drama, of the new york streets
To the hoods of la, real niggas likin primo's beats
Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
And kick hot shit, so we can stack the johnny cash
I brought the god, rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash?
I got dub c, from south c, what you doubt me?
Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone
In the year one mill, destroying, enemies chromozones
Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
You best pay resepect to the legends, boy i'm tellin you, militia

Chorus:

--the illest-- --realest-- --representin--
--bringin the rukkus-- --let it be known--
--the illest-- --realest-- --word up--
It's the militia --> freddie foxxx *repeat*

[wc]
Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
It's the shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags
You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?
Dub c and my east coast sisters gettin together rappin
Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
Look while i'm in new york city,
Walkin with two of the brooklyn's finest
My two affiliates from the east we all bang
But if y'all don't mind, this is still westside connec' gang
Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck
East coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister g is pushin a six
As i freak this, caviar gangstarr militia remix
It's dub c the jankiest loc', i'm runnin this here
With the guru and new york's hardest, dj premier, militia

Chorus

[rakim]
Yo, it's the master, mister, musical massacre
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
R get the red carpet, just call me on
Corner the market like the mic's last name was corleone
The facade killer, come through your city like godzilla
Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, ra's iller
My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious
Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin
And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
Crack appearin, from out the track that i'm hearin
It's either that, or i'm going back to racketeering
Yo, you should see me, i got a crew like mussolini
But kool as moe dee, my flow be, smooth and easy
For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture?
Rakim is, the minist', with malice, militia

Gangstarr, the r, dub c, baby pa. straight up, check it out

(take that microphone from that kid and heat it up)

I keep the mic hot, i heat it up kid
I keep the mic hot, i heat it up (x2)

Mic check y'all
Then throw it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so i came in the door
The great rakim, papermates to the pen
Knowledge is born and the light strikes again
Elements burst and gave birth to the first
Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up first
When it absolutely positively has to be there on time
I deliver a rhyme
The heckler of hip hop, hop to this one
I got more kid, they hate to miss one
Style got jazz and the crowd's out of control
Cause i've got the mic and i've got the soul
New york's own microphone technician
Thoughts'll give 'em visions
Style'll make you listen
Devastates the ear, my opponents can't see me
I gave 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti
But they wanna know my m.o. ease back though
They want the exact flow, then study my steelo
Sketch the skit, but they still can't see what i did
I heat the mic up kid

I keep the mic hot, i heat it up kid
I keep the mic hot, i heat it up (x4)

Then i explode with a song with a original form
Or i'll perform it at high mode, they want the code
Destroyed the blueprints and documents and hits
Crews been, um, looking for clues ever since
Beats start brewing up, rhymes is rough
Stages and microphones self-destruct
And when you thought you had the format down pat
You get kicked back to the doormat with that
Cause i've got a high tech style with know-how
Select the file watch the crowd go wild
Bad beats to bless the females' finesse
Points shot stress causing cardiac arrest
Mics too hot for you to told in your hands
Now they sell 'em with fifteen fans and mic stands
Mine still overheats, if you touch it you can see what i did
I heat the mic up kid

I keep the mic hot, i heat it up kid
I keep the mic hot, i heat it up (x4)

If his opponents'll run a rap, tell 'em ease back
I've got a knapsack with hip hop attacks
Stacks of artifacts, formats in the act
Tracks after macs, and you can't relax
Rakim's equipped with penmanship
Left my penmate, i could graduate from penn state
I could take any trade and make a high grade
Even get extra credit when the rhyme's displayed
As soon as i manifest, they cheat off my test
Surround my desk and then stress the progress
But they miss the point, forget the skit
I'll bust your lip if you rip the script
Brother's ain't cool and i'mma smoke up the room
And i've got a crew called the last platoon
Figure it out kid, problems coming
Emcees are running cause i'm the gunman
Extremely dangerous i bust rhymes into the crowd
And watch 'em all scream out loud
Aw man, and then i slam like a batteram
Ra got the plan with your favorite jam

I keep the mic hot, i heat it up kid
I keep the mic hot, i heat it up (x4)

The last platoon
Rakim
You know what i mean?
And i'm out

(canibus) yeah, i bust 'em... you punish 'em

(canibus) yeah...let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) come on ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) yo bis, i'ma punish 'em

(canibus)
Yo, yo...
Out on the battling tip my verbal lateral grip
Keeps my tongue glued to the a-dat when i'm trackin' 'em swift
Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips
And make you rappers have fits 'cause i'm back in the mix
Forget a pad and a pen, i write rhymes on an ibm
Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in
Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit
Meditating on this rapping shit
Because my freestyle reigns sovereign
Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet muhammad was born wit
My brain cavity is enormous
My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 ??????
While the right one harnesses darkness
The type of dark that makes a house haunted
The type of dark that people get lost in
The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin
I hear you talkin' but i ignore it
Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin'
So keep standin' on the corner,
The thrash-man will collect you in the mornin'
Thug cats frontin'
Wacker than blinky blink
On the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin'
Now that real hood rats could get it on, black
Meet me at the tunnel where pussy cats get robbed at
Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation
Characters with verbal vernaculars
Slappin' ya like a white water raft
Or an olympic kayak paddlin' across the - niagara
Fake mcs haul ass like they runnin' track
Where ever canibus or rakim is at

(canibus) let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw,let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) naw, let me bust 'em
(rakim) naw, i'ma punish 'em
(canibus) come on ra, let me bust 'em
(rakim) yo bis, i'ma punish 'em

(rakim)
Be ready and at ya best
The celebrity match of death
Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest
Crack your neck while i break your arms, catch your breath
Then i asked the ref, "how many cats is left?"
One on one, who challenging? come get did
All i have is a pen and punish you kids
Abdomen punctured and look what i did to his wig
Wanna live then i stab 'em in the lung with his rib
Every word i say detach a vertebrae from your spine
Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime
Get your snot-box smashed with a 9
Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind
Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain
Your insane, soon to be id'ed as remains
Then i reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again
Again and again, again and again

<chorus>

(canibus):
Yo, yo

Kill him again!

Try to identufy the man in front of ya
But it ain't the role, the gear, or the money, the
Swift intellectionist with pleny, ya
Bite, if it's dark i'll spark every one of ya,
I throw a mic in the crowd, it's a question,
I got the answer..it includes directions:
"go manufacture a mask, show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical massacre..."
Attack your wack 'till it's handicapped,
You'll never hold the mic again, try to hand it back,
Cuz every rapper that comes, i cut off his thumbs,
Put a record to his neck, if he swallows it hums!
Slice from ear to ear-so 'till can hear better,
Before he bleed to death, here, hear every letter!
And you can see quick and thick the blood can get
If you try to change the style or the subject;
As i get deep in the rhyme i'm becomin' a
Emcee murderer...before i'm done, i'm a
Prepare the chamber, the torture's comin' up,
Trip through the mind, at the end you'll find it's
The punisher....

Kill 'em again!

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are ransome,
Rhymes'll punish 'em cuz they don't undertsand 'em,
I heat up his brain, then explain then i hand him
A redhot microphone...that's how i planned 'em,
Rhymes call information(?), unite midnught(?),
Like a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic,
If ya curse me, it ain't no mercy,
Give him a autopsy, killed by a verse of me,
I took a kid and cut off his eyelid,
Kill him slow so he could see what i did,
And if he don't understand what i said,
I'm pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what he's getting into,
A part of the mind that he never been through,
A journey is coming cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but it's all in the mental,
I ran a brainscan to locate his game plan,
When i'm through with his brain he ain't the same, man!
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind,
But this ain't the lost and found because ya can't find
Your foundation; coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion..frozen,
Looks like another murder at the mardi gras, b!
Too late to send out a search party,
Once ya out of ya head then ya can't get back,
I give 'em a map, but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the torture's coming up,
Trip through the mind, at the end you'll find it's the punisher....

Kill 'em again!

Dangerous rhymes (are) performed like surgery,
Cuts so deep you'll be bleeding burgundy,
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex,
Your cerebellum is next!
Your conscience becomes sub-conscious,
Soon your response is nonsense....
The last words are blurred...mumbled then slurred,
Then your verbs are no longer heard,
You get your lung fried so good you're tongue-tied,
He couldn't swing or hang so he hung 'till he died,
Reincarnate him...and kill him again...again and again...again and again...
I leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him,
I got a dead-mc'ing museum,
When i create 'em, i cremate 'em and complicate 'em,
You can't save 'em...there's no ultamatum,
Mic's lay around full of ashes, with the victim's name in slashes,
Got a long list and i'm a get every one of ya...
Beware of the punisher!

Then i'm a kill 'em again!

Wake 'em up...kill 'em again!