"Kombat" lyrics
Yeah
Militia Gang
(Militia)
Uh
BX
Yo
Uh, ready for combat
Detonate as soon as they locate where the bombs at
Clips long as legs, they don't know where your arms at
Niggas want smoke until they catch a contact
Try to son the kid and you won't find where your moms at
Bitch, I'm the ripper, fuck around, get your car jacked
Probably find 'em parked where it ain't no garage at
Close range, Trinity, they'll never dodge that
Never gave a fuck about your crew, lay your squad flat
Only talk to few, put they chin up, I nod back
Duckin' from the blues 'cause they tint up the Dodge black
Find me on a cruise somewhere settin' up the log jack
You know the rules, I bend, grimy ones move in sin
Roots extend, with Tommy guns, tools to spin
Use the pens, back pins scattered around
Rather have a cap in your gown or splatter the ground?
On your back, flatten and drown from the 'matic or pound
Ain't even gotta initiate the static with sound
Practicing acrobatics with clowns
Abracadabra, the MAC inaccurate, the bastards in back get around
Laugh at it now when you'll cry when you die, I'ma do my
Thing, singin' out of two rods, la-da-doo-dah
He steamin' hot as Dubai, lotta hooplah
He screamin', "How could you? Ah," I don't reply
Pussy stinkin', y'all got new lives, well, I got two nines
And use one to kill him two times or all my coupons
Niggas think that shit is Poupon 'til they get poop on
Pull up in a group of Yukons, then, nigga, you gone
Ain't shit that you gon'
Come and do my one-two, two calm as one, pew, you warm
Tram dance with Nina
Johnny and Peggy right in the leggy
Polly Pocket leave you ready, spaghetti, set if you ready
Cold block, hot as a stovetop
I'm from where the cookouts get turned into roadblocks
Unload shots, aim at his face with a nose dot
I'm from where they leave your body fresh and your clothes hot
Motherfuckin' robbin' niggas for pounds
They rob kids for stacks, they grow up, lay 'em down
I'm from the way it sound, get out, don't stay in bounds
No rules on my team, no doubt, playin' foul
Not with the games, bounce, you 'bout to get flamed down
And jumped like Blade Brown and covered like James Brown
Don't go against grains, I pour up, get brain, then roll up
Spliff stains and hold up, lift chains, then owe up
Flip change to roll up on Biscayne
All of you dicks shook, I call 'em piss stains
Welcome to the Terrordome
The danger zone, can't estrange your own
Banger blown, you set in stone, leave my name alone
I live like I'm dead already
I think like I'm shot in the head already
For me is what y'all niggas never ready
Double grip on the Eagle, make sure the Desert steady
I'm not just Ed, nigga, I'm Ed and Eddy
I'm a vet, you probably said the shit I said already
For talkin' beef when you was pettin', you was never ready
Before you beef with me, it's best to go to there with Freddy
You tryna gamble with life until you get it deady
You know the shorty hold a 40 if the chick is with him
These niggas snakin', they be shakin' when they hit with venom
Stinkin' in the Vic' and bakin' when he shit his denim
And now he lakin' with the fishes with him
'Cause we in them dangerous grounds
Trey-pound-seven, spit a round for my bredren, the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Layin' sharp on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief
So run when I reach
Your young held accountable for gums that you preach
Tryna slum with the beast, militia to the corpse
Round fully, horsepower barrels like exhaust and I'm bound to the cross
'Bout to go on acid trip
And pull a rabbit trick that's harder than fuckin' a fat bitch with a flaccid dick
I'm livin' the life of a rabid pit
Gettin' habit kicked, doin' gymnastic flips and I lick plastic, splish
Favorite punchline? Pass the grip
But I still slash and switch and eat a nigga quicker than an acid clip
I grew around a lot of broken glass, plastic tips
The ghost of Christmas past the fence, I was stashin' gifts
I'm a massive risk
Get my hands dirty and known to stretch it like I got elastic fists
Bitch, beware, I've awakened
Prepare to be shaken
You're fairly mistaken if a joke's what I'm here to be takin'
Pardon to all my students for the hiatus
Today I promise I was responsible for the Bronx Marble shootings
I'm Malcolm and Martin Luther mixed with all three Michaels
A part of Bruce, a spritz of Prince, and a Martian molecule
Psychologically, biologically diabolical
Down to the follicle, a bunch of other shit y'all confuse
I say fuck a truce, handle shit how I choose
Me, myself, and I ain't arrestin' me, I keep y'all to you
Everybody learnin' to rap, I'm tryna find a school
That qualified the fools I'ma shit on to climb inside the stool
Recognizin' I'm not the problem, they kinda blind to rules
The game's under global warming, I'm hot, the climate's cool
They think they can spit, I'm droppin' a vomit pool
I'm not enthused, my flow is watchin' a comet move
Think I'ma choose? Life or death, think I'ma lose?
Until you yabba-dabba-doo out your designer shoes
Hoppin' out in a pair of Vans
Show you how the X Games
Make you 720 and clear the fans
I'm an iceman in a tie-dye van
Watchin' Sinister with the Jigsaw and the Bye Bye Man
And I'm the last nigga you wanna see attack
The difference is I'll be breathin', but he ain't breathin' back
I'll walk through any block like I don't even rap
Fuck stitches, we dine snitches and make him eat a rat
See, I was taught crime and I fought clean
Have 'em screamin', "What are those?" Then let off steam
Found it with posses, I bonded with mobsters
Deciding where bodies should drop over lasagna and lobster
They say I'm cuckoo a little, the tutu is little
I'm brutal and civil, I got the M's, you threw the Skittles
Brutal and civil, eatin' Bugles for dinner
Now you name a rapper, I snatch him for snackin' a skinner
The butcher, the bitches, grew under porches and pictures
Around the bushes and dishes, get found like cushion and switches
Holy Father, my holy water's a dirty soda
I've been ridin' dirty since diapers right in a dirty stroller
With a baby bottle, a Miller Lite is my only cola
So immune to the bullshit, I probably could hold ebola
Smack his Macaulay Culkin, I was a home aloner
Rock the 40 belower, I— fuck, man
(Militia)
Militia Gang
(Militia)
Uh
BX
Yo
Uh, ready for combat
Detonate as soon as they locate where the bombs at
Clips long as legs, they don't know where your arms at
Niggas want smoke until they catch a contact
Try to son the kid and you won't find where your moms at
Bitch, I'm the ripper, fuck around, get your car jacked
Probably find 'em parked where it ain't no garage at
Close range, Trinity, they'll never dodge that
Never gave a fuck about your crew, lay your squad flat
Only talk to few, put they chin up, I nod back
Duckin' from the blues 'cause they tint up the Dodge black
Find me on a cruise somewhere settin' up the log jack
You know the rules, I bend, grimy ones move in sin
Roots extend, with Tommy guns, tools to spin
Use the pens, back pins scattered around
Rather have a cap in your gown or splatter the ground?
On your back, flatten and drown from the 'matic or pound
Ain't even gotta initiate the static with sound
Practicing acrobatics with clowns
Abracadabra, the MAC inaccurate, the bastards in back get around
Laugh at it now when you'll cry when you die, I'ma do my
Thing, singin' out of two rods, la-da-doo-dah
He steamin' hot as Dubai, lotta hooplah
He screamin', "How could you? Ah," I don't reply
Pussy stinkin', y'all got new lives, well, I got two nines
And use one to kill him two times or all my coupons
Niggas think that shit is Poupon 'til they get poop on
Pull up in a group of Yukons, then, nigga, you gone
Ain't shit that you gon'
Come and do my one-two, two calm as one, pew, you warm
Tram dance with Nina
Johnny and Peggy right in the leggy
Polly Pocket leave you ready, spaghetti, set if you ready
Cold block, hot as a stovetop
I'm from where the cookouts get turned into roadblocks
Unload shots, aim at his face with a nose dot
I'm from where they leave your body fresh and your clothes hot
Motherfuckin' robbin' niggas for pounds
They rob kids for stacks, they grow up, lay 'em down
I'm from the way it sound, get out, don't stay in bounds
No rules on my team, no doubt, playin' foul
Not with the games, bounce, you 'bout to get flamed down
And jumped like Blade Brown and covered like James Brown
Don't go against grains, I pour up, get brain, then roll up
Spliff stains and hold up, lift chains, then owe up
Flip change to roll up on Biscayne
All of you dicks shook, I call 'em piss stains
Welcome to the Terrordome
The danger zone, can't estrange your own
Banger blown, you set in stone, leave my name alone
I live like I'm dead already
I think like I'm shot in the head already
For me is what y'all niggas never ready
Double grip on the Eagle, make sure the Desert steady
I'm not just Ed, nigga, I'm Ed and Eddy
I'm a vet, you probably said the shit I said already
For talkin' beef when you was pettin', you was never ready
Before you beef with me, it's best to go to there with Freddy
You tryna gamble with life until you get it deady
You know the shorty hold a 40 if the chick is with him
These niggas snakin', they be shakin' when they hit with venom
Stinkin' in the Vic' and bakin' when he shit his denim
And now he lakin' with the fishes with him
'Cause we in them dangerous grounds
Trey-pound-seven, spit a round for my bredren, the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Layin' sharp on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief
So run when I reach
Your young held accountable for gums that you preach
Tryna slum with the beast, militia to the corpse
Round fully, horsepower barrels like exhaust and I'm bound to the cross
'Bout to go on acid trip
And pull a rabbit trick that's harder than fuckin' a fat bitch with a flaccid dick
I'm livin' the life of a rabid pit
Gettin' habit kicked, doin' gymnastic flips and I lick plastic, splish
Favorite punchline? Pass the grip
But I still slash and switch and eat a nigga quicker than an acid clip
I grew around a lot of broken glass, plastic tips
The ghost of Christmas past the fence, I was stashin' gifts
I'm a massive risk
Get my hands dirty and known to stretch it like I got elastic fists
Bitch, beware, I've awakened
Prepare to be shaken
You're fairly mistaken if a joke's what I'm here to be takin'
Pardon to all my students for the hiatus
Today I promise I was responsible for the Bronx Marble shootings
I'm Malcolm and Martin Luther mixed with all three Michaels
A part of Bruce, a spritz of Prince, and a Martian molecule
Psychologically, biologically diabolical
Down to the follicle, a bunch of other shit y'all confuse
I say fuck a truce, handle shit how I choose
Me, myself, and I ain't arrestin' me, I keep y'all to you
Everybody learnin' to rap, I'm tryna find a school
That qualified the fools I'ma shit on to climb inside the stool
Recognizin' I'm not the problem, they kinda blind to rules
The game's under global warming, I'm hot, the climate's cool
They think they can spit, I'm droppin' a vomit pool
I'm not enthused, my flow is watchin' a comet move
Think I'ma choose? Life or death, think I'ma lose?
Until you yabba-dabba-doo out your designer shoes
Hoppin' out in a pair of Vans
Show you how the X Games
Make you 720 and clear the fans
I'm an iceman in a tie-dye van
Watchin' Sinister with the Jigsaw and the Bye Bye Man
And I'm the last nigga you wanna see attack
The difference is I'll be breathin', but he ain't breathin' back
I'll walk through any block like I don't even rap
Fuck stitches, we dine snitches and make him eat a rat
See, I was taught crime and I fought clean
Have 'em screamin', "What are those?" Then let off steam
Found it with posses, I bonded with mobsters
Deciding where bodies should drop over lasagna and lobster
They say I'm cuckoo a little, the tutu is little
I'm brutal and civil, I got the M's, you threw the Skittles
Brutal and civil, eatin' Bugles for dinner
Now you name a rapper, I snatch him for snackin' a skinner
The butcher, the bitches, grew under porches and pictures
Around the bushes and dishes, get found like cushion and switches
Holy Father, my holy water's a dirty soda
I've been ridin' dirty since diapers right in a dirty stroller
With a baby bottle, a Miller Lite is my only cola
So immune to the bullshit, I probably could hold ebola
Smack his Macaulay Culkin, I was a home aloner
Rock the 40 belower, I— fuck, man
(Militia)
