Yeah
Yeah That's what I'm talkin about
Let's do it Kanye West
C'mon turn me up and
Black Thought c'mon turn me up and
Pharoahe Monch c'mon turn me up and
Talib Kweli in the house with
Guerrilla monsoon rap
All the shorties like "who dat "
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat "
n***a you get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew give me dap like true dat
We come through and all the shorties like "who dat "
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat "
n***a you get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew give me dap like true dat
Yo I hit these emcees with 44407,-93)
The grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands"
It's just straight talkin
It's hard to swallow at times so take portions
Bitin off more than you can chew create offense
Emcee species endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins c'mon)
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin yeah)
Black Thought quit playin him close and back up off him
Kweli -- spruce to the tree
Bruce to the Lee
Favorite emcee that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out
Like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree
Before ya think ya movin me
I black and blue emcees
Actin new to me get smacked stupidly
That lack skills
Like the black community lack unity uh)
Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase
Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay "
See these four emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game change ya whole sound
n***a YOU got ta understand the plot ta
Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta
I'll outfox the average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra New York )
Slash Chi-Town slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo
You can get slapped silly
Guerrilla monsoon rap
All the shorties like "who dat "
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat "
n***a you get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew give me dap like true dat
We come through and
All the shorties like "who dat "
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat "
n***a you get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew give me dap like true dat
Okay my sound drenches
Each of the five senses
And hold the shock value
Of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences
Ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier
Or you a princess dog
I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan n***a competition
Gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission
Gettin Pharoahe for help
From natives walkin in trailor
Tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always comin well prepared
And all my dogs' smellin fear
PLUS even my niggaz
From the Bede say you hella-scared
Truth or consequences
And all senses be well-aware
Your style - under-developed there hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see
But I can tell by your stare
n***a you fugazi sayin ya crew blazin
Like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican we makin
Guerrilla monsoon rap smell the fumes
Get in tune wit it
When I attack your city
Y'all gon' think Dr Doom did it
Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests
With a vendetta that
Sent a betta letter bomb to Congress
I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous
Words of the Thor the rawness
That'll restore ya calmness
Unless you wanna be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for those
Who believe in bomb threats
Guerrilla monsoon rap
All the shorties like "who dat "
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat "
n***a you get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew give me dap like true dat
We come through and all the shorties like "who dat "
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat "
n***a you get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew give me dap like true dat
