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| subject : | [Gang Starr]The Militia |
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It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)" ÁøÂ¥ÀÌ´Ù.. À̰ÍÀº (¹Îº´´ë) Verse one: Big Shug If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game ±× ¸Ó¸®µéÀÌ ³ªÀÇ ·¦ °ÔÀÓ¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ´À³¦À» ¾Ë¾Ò´Ù¸é They'd relocate, and change their fuckin name ±×µéÀº Àå¼Ò¸¦ ¿Å±â°í À̸§µµ ¹Ù²Ü °Å¾ß I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers ³ °¡Â¥ ³à¼®µéÀ» Àü¸ê½Ã۰í, ºñ½Ñ ÄÚÆ®¸¦ ÀÔÀº ÀÚµé°ú ÇÔ²²ÇØ Give dap to mad money makers ±¤ÀûÀ¸·Î µ·¹ö´Â ³ª¸¦ ºÁ Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers »çÇü¼ö¿Í ÇÑ ¹æÀ» ½áºÃ°í, °ÅÄ£ ¿©ÀÚµé°ú °°ÀÌ ÀÚºÃÁö I make moves so I'ma earthquaker ³ªÀÇ ¿òÁ÷ÀÓÀº ¸¶Ä¡ ÁöÁø°ú °°¾Æ I've been known to instill fear ³ª´Â ³× ¼ÓÀ¸·Î µÎ·Á¿òÀ» ÁÖÀÔÇØ Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square Áö±¸°¡ µÕ±Û±ä ÇÏÁö¸¸, ¿ì¸° ¾ÆÁ÷µµ »ç°¢Çü¿¡ ¹ÚÇôÀÖ¾î City light, got me buggin and trife µµ½ÃÀÇ ºÒºûÀº, ³¯ ±«·ÓÈ÷°ï ÇØ Some die by the gun, some die by the knife ¸î¸îÀº ÃÑ¿¡ Á×°í, ¸î¸îÀº Ä®¿¡ ¸Â¾Æ Á×³× It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight ´Ù ±¦Âú¾Æ, ¸¶Ä¡ Ä«µå³îÀÌó·³ Æ®·³ÇÁ¸¦ ³»·Á³õÀ»°Ô Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right Premier´Â È®½ÇÈ÷ Ãæ°ÝÀÌ µÉ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â À½¾ÇÀ» ³»°Ô µé·ÁÁà And my flight, will be taken solely at night ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â, ¹ã¿¡ È¥ÀÚ¼ ³¯¾Æ°¡Áö Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt ±×¶§ ±«Â¥µéÀÌ ³ªÅ¸³ª°Åµç, È®½ÇÇØ And in the dark hours is when I will shower ¾îµÎ¿î ½Ã°£¿¡ ³ª´Â »þ¿ö¸¦ ÇØ with the knowledge of my trade to get paid µ·À» ¹ú±â À§ÇÑ ³ªÀÇ Áö½ÄÀ¸·Î ¸»¾ß Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout ¾ÆÁ÷ ³ª´Â Ç® ¼ÓÀÇ ¹ìó·³, ¸Ö¸® µ¹¾Æ¼ ¿òÁ÷¿© I be dickin it down while you be assed out ´Ï°¡ ¾ûµ¢¹æ¾Æ¸¦ ÂöÀ» ¶§ ³ ´õ ³ôÀÌ ¿Ã¶ó°¡ Puff mad L's but never passed out LÀ» ¹ÌÄ£ µíÀÌ ÇÇÁö¸¸ ±âÀýÇÏÁø ¾Ê¾Æ And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out ¸¸¾à ±æÀÌ ¸·Èù´Ù¸é ±¸¸ÛÀ» ¶Õ¾î¼ °¡°Ú¾î There'll be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up ¸ØÃâ ¼ö´Â ¾ø¾î, ±×³É ¹Ù·Î ¹®À» ´Ý¾Æ¹ö·Á or we'll start the wettin up ¾Æ´Ï¸é ¿©±â¸¦ Àû½ÃµçÁö Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you °¡»çÀÇ Àû¿Ü¼± Á¶ÁذæÀº Àý´ë ºø³ª°¡Áö ¾Ê¾Æ Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, ¹Îº´´ë Chorus: Freddie Foxxx Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot ¸ðµÎ°¡ ·¦À» Çϰí ÀÖ¾î, ¶óÀÓÀº ¶ß°Å¿ö Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx Big Shug, Guru¿Í Freddie the Foxxx°¡ Çϴϱî When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop Premier°¡ ºñÆ®¸¦ °¡Á®¿À¸é, Àý´ë·Î ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ It's The Militia *echoes* ¿ì¸° ¿ë»çµéÀÌ¾ß Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command À̺Á ³ ±× ´©±¸¿¡°Ôµµ ÁöÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¿ÀÈ÷·Á ¸í·ÉÀ» ³»·Á And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand ±×¸®°í ±º´ë¸¦ ¸¸µé¾î ÀÌ ÀÚ¸®¸¦ ÁöŰÁö Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties °á´ÜÄÚ, ³ªÀÇ ±íÀº Àü·«Àº »ç»óÀÚ¸¦ ¸¸µé¾î³» I creep gradually, til everybody knows ³ ¼¼È÷ ±â¾î°¡, ¸ðµÎ°¡ ³ª¿¡°Õ RosebudÀÇ ¿©ÀÚº¸´Ù that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes ´õ ¸¹Àº Ç÷ο츦 °¡Áö°í ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë ¶§±îÁö The anger inside had me trapped ³» ¼ÓÀÇ ºÐ³ë´Â ³¯ °¡µÎ¾úÁö¸¸ til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats ÀÌÁ¦ Ä¿´Ù¶õ ±ÇÃÑó·³ ·¦À» ¹«ÀåÇÏ°í ³Ê³×µéÀ» Âõ¾î³õ°í ÀÖ¾î for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in µ·¹¶Ä¡¸¦ À§ÇØ ¸»ÀÌÁö, ³»°¡ ½ÃÀÛÇÏ¸é µîµÚ¸¦ Á¶½ÉÇØ Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin ³Í ¹ú¹ú ¶³°í ÀÖ¾î, ³» À̸§°ú ¾ó±¼À» ³Í ±â¾ïÇÒ °Å¾ß Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win ¼ö¸¹Àº ½Ãµµ, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾ÈµÅÁö, ³Í À̱âÁö ¸øÇØ Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin ¶óÀÓÀº ³ÊÀÇ ÇǺΠ¶Ç´Â »çÁö¸¦ Àß¶ó³õÀ» ¼ö ÀÖÁö Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back ³Ê¸¦ ¸ÅÆ®·Î µ¥·Á°¡, ÇÑ ¹ø ºÁºÁ, ¹°·¯¼´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat ³ªÀÇ È¯»óÀûÀÎ Æ÷¸ÞÀ̼ÇÀº ³Î µµ¾î¸ÅƮó·³ ³³ÀÛÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µå³× that I walk on, I meditate while you talk on ±× À§¸¦ °É¾î°¡, ´Ï°¡ ¸»¸¸ ÇÒ ¶§ ³ »ý°¢À» ÇØ And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips ¶Ç ·ç¸Ó·Î±º, ±×·¡¼ ȲöÇÏ°Ô ÅͶ߷Á, ²Ë ÀåÀüµÈ źâ So get the fuck out my block, kid ±×·¯´Ï ³» °Å¸®¿¡¼ ´çÀå ³ª°¡¶ó, ²¿¸¶¾ß As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right ¹ãÀÌ ³·À¸·Î ¹Ù²î°í, ³·ÀÌ ´Ù½Ã ¹ãÀ¸·Î ¹Ù²î¸é¼, ¿ì¸° Á¦´ë·Î ¸»À» ÇÏÁö And keeping it tight up in the street life °Å¸®ÀÇ »î¿¡¼ ¸ÚÁö°Ô Ȱ¾àÇØ I meet life, head on, no holds barred ³ »îÀ» ¸¸³µ¾î, ¾ÕÀ¸·Î, ¸·À» ¼ø ¾ø¾î Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred Ȳ±ÝÀÇ ½ÉÀå°ú ÇÔ²² ž¾î, ÀÌÁ¨ °ÅÀÇ Â÷°©°Å³ª »óóÀÔ¾úÁö En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin ¸·¾Æ¶ó, ´Ï ¹«±â¸¦ ¼±ÅÃÇØ, ¾Æ´Ï¸é ±×³É µé¾î¿Í Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in °¡»çÀÇ ÃѾËÀº ³Î Á¤½Å¾øÀÌ ÃãÃß°Ô ¸¸µé °Å¾ß Assessments are made before, and during combat Æò°¡´Â ¿¹Àü¿¡µµ ÀÌ·ç¾îÁ³°í, ½Î¿ò Áß¿¡µµ ±×·¨¾î I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats ³ ¹è°íÇÄÀ» À̰ܳ°í, ³à¼®µé¿¡°Ô ÆøÅºÀ» ÅͶ߷Á One of us, equals many of us ¿ì¸® Áß ÇÑ ¸íÀÌ, ³Ê³× ¸ðµÎ¸¦ À̰ܳ» Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us ¿ì¸® Áß ÇÑ ¸íÀ» ±òº¸¸é, ¿ì¸® ¸ðµÎ ³ªÅ¸³¯°Å¾ß Conflict, is what I predict ½Î¿òÀÌ, ¿¹ÃøÀÌ µÇ´Â ±º You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare ³Ê¿Í ³× Ä£±¸µéÀº ÁúÅõ½É¿¡ ¹ÌÃÆÁö, ºÒ²ÉÀ» ÀÏÀ¸Å°·Á°í ÇØ We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya ¿ì¸° ÀçÄ¡ÀÖ°Ô ³Î ÃßÀûÇß¾î, °¡Á·µéÀÌ ³Î ±×¸®¿öÇÒ °Å¾ß The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia ÀüÀïÀÌ ½ÃÀ۵ƾî, ±×·¡¼ ¿ì¸° ¹Îº´´ë¸¦ ¸¸µé¾úÁö Chorus Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect ³Ê³×µéÀº ³»°Ô ¶óÀÓ ¸î °³¸¦ ºúÁø °Å¾ß, ¸ðÀ¸·¯ ¿Ó¾î For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check ·¦ ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ¸ÚÀïÀ̵é, º¸¿©ÁÖ·¯ ¿Ô¾î, Ã¼Å©ÇØºÁ My style is water baby, spread it around ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀº ¹°À̾ß, »ç¹æÀ¸·Î ÆÛÁöÁö But when you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my sound ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Ê³×µéÀº Ç÷ο츦 Á¦´ë·Î ÇÏÁö ¸øÇؼ ³» ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¸ÁÃijö I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face ³ ½ÃÀÛÇØ, 89³â¿¡ ³ ¾ó±¼¿¡ ÇÑ ¹æÀ» ¸Ô¿´¾î of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase ±×·¡¼ ÀÌ °÷¿¡ ¿Â ¸ðµç MCµé¿¡°Õ, Áö¿ìÁö ¸øÇÒ »óó°¡ ÀÖÁö MC's are only recognized for their flows MC´Â ±× Ç÷οì·Î¸¸ µå·¯³ª´Â ¹ý I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes ³ ¿©ÀÚ¿¡ ´ëÇØ¼´Â ¼¼°èÀûÀ̾ß, ¸ðµÎ ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏ·Î ¹Ù²å¾î You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes º¸¼®¿¡ ´ëÇØ ¾ê±âÇÏ´Â °Íµµ ºÃÁö? ´Ù ±×·± °Å¾ß For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose ³¯ ¼ÓÀÌ·Á°í ÇÏ´Â ³ðµéÀº ÄÚ¸¦ ³¯·ÁÁÖ°Ú¾î And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood ±×¸®°í ´Ï ÄÚ´Â, ¶³¾îÁ®¼ Çǰ¡ È帣°í ÀÖ¾î I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!" ³ ±×³É ³ÊÀÇ ºñ¸íÀ» µéÀ¸¸ç ¼ÀÖÀ»·¡ "À̺Á, ¹¹¾ß, ¹¹¾ß?! À̺Á ¹¹¾ß?!" *µÞºÎºÐÀº '³Ê'°¡ ¸»ÇÏ´Â °Í. Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm ³» ¾Ð¹Ú°¨À» ´À³¢´Ï, ¸¶Ä¡ ³»°¡ ±×µéÀÇ ¼Õ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ÀÖ´Â °Íó·³ Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on ÅÂdzÀÌ °¡µæÇÑ ³¯ÀÌ ¿À°í ÀÖ¾î, ³»°¡ Ä§ÂøÇÑ°Ô º¸ÀÌ¸é ½ÃÀÛÇÑ °Å¾ß No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays ½Ö±ÇÃÑÀº ÇÊ¿ä¾ø¾î, ³» Ç÷¹À̸¦ ¸Ú´ë·Î ¹Ù²ÙÀÝ¾Æ Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's ÀÌÁ¨ µÎ °³ÀÇ 40±¸°æ calibre Walther PPK¾ß I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref ³ª´Â ³» °ÔÀÓÀ» Á¦´ë·Î Á¦¾îÇØ, ³Í ³¯ Refó·³ Á¸ÁßÇØ¾ß ÇØ Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech ¾îÇã, ³¯ ±òº¸¸é, ³» ±â¼úÀ» ¼±»çÇÒ°Ô I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper ¸¶Ä¡ ³»°¡ Ŭ·¡ÆÛÀÎ µíÀÌ, ³Ê³×µéÀ» ²°´Ù°¡ ŰÁö *clapper - ¿ì¸®³ª¶ó ¸»·Îµµ ÀÖÀ»ÅÙµ¥-.- ¹Ú¼ö·Î ÀÛµ¿ÇÏ´Â ½ºÀ§Ä¡ I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper ³Ê¹« ¸¹Àº À̵éÀÇ ¹°°ÇÀ» »©¾Ñ¾Æ¼, Jack the Rapper¶ó°í ºÒ¸± Áö°æÀÌ¾ß *Jack the Rapper - ¿µ±¹ÀÇ Èñ´ëÀÇ »ìÀθ¶ Jack the Ripper¸¦ ÆÐ·¯µð I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive ³ª´Â ÀÌ·± °ÍÀ» ÇÏ´Â °¡Àå ¸ÚÁø »ç¶÷, Áװųª »ì°Å³ª Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I Will Survive Gloria Gaynor¸¦ ³Ê¿¡°Ô º¸³»ÁÖ¸¶, ³ »ì¾Æ³²À» °Å¾ß *Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive(¿ì¸®³ª¶ó¿¡¼ '³ ±¦Âú¾Æ'·Î Æí°îµÇ¾úÁÒ)¸¦ ºÎ¸¥ ¿©°¡¼ö. You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back? ³×°Ô ¿Íº¸·Á°í ÇØµµ µÅ, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¹Ýµ¿À» ¿øÇÏ´Ï? You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh ³Ê´Â ±¸··ÅÖÀÌÀÇ ¿ì¸® ¾È¿¡ °¤Çô, ±×¸®°í ³Î ¹°¾îÁÖ°Ú¾î, Çã My war is so tight, my drama so ill ³» ÀüÀïÀº ¾ÆÁÖ ¸ÚÁö°í, ³» ÀÏ´ë±â´Â ȯ»óÀÌ¾ß Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill ³ª¶û ½Î¿ì¸é ¾²Áö ¾ÊÀº ÁöÆóó·³ ¸Å´Þ·ÁÀÖÀ» °Å¾ß I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn ³ ÀÌ °¡»çµéÀ» ¾Æ¹« MC¿¡°Ô³ª ÁÖ°í Å¿ö¹ö·Á So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn ±×·¯´Ï ´ÙÀ½À¸·Î ¶óÀÓÇÏ´Â ³à¼®Àº, Â÷·Ê¸¦ ³õÄ¥ °Å¾ß When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up ´©°¡ ÃÖ°íÀÇ MCÀ̳ĸ¦ ³õ°í ¸»ÇÒ ¶§, ³ ³ª¿ÀÁö ¾ÊÁö But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up? ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´©°¡ °¡Àå ¶óÀ̺êÇÑ MC³Ä¸¦ ³íÇϸé, ³ Àλ縦 ÇØ I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes ³ °è±ÞÀåÀÌ ÀÖ°í, ³Í ¸ô¸Å¿Í °¡Â¥ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©¸¸À» ¾ò¾î Do what bitch niggaz do best *UTFO sample* bite ÃÖ°í·Î ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â °Í¸¸ ÇÏ´Â °Å¾ß, ¹°¾î¶â¾î You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow ³Ê³×µéÀº ³»°¡ µÚ¾þÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â ¹ýÀ̶õ ¸¸µéÁö ¸øÇÏÁö Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know PrimÀÌ Bumpy¿Í Æ®·¢À» °¡Á®¿Ô¾î, ÀÌÁ¦ ³Ê¿¡°Ô ¾Ë·ÁÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel °¡±â Àü¿¡ ³×°Ô ÀÌ º¸¼®À» ³²°ÜµÑ°Ô Even mechanics walk around with they tools It's the Militia ¼Ø¾¾ÁÁÀº ±â¼ú°øµµ ¿ø·¡ µµ±¸´Â °¡Áö°í ´Ù´Ï´Â ¹ýÀ̾ß, ¿ì¸° ¹Îº´´ë |
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