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Guerrilla rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya black
And ya crew, give me dap like dat
We come and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue
And ya crew, give me dap like dat

Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just talkin
It's hard to at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, offense
Emcee species endangered dolphins
Rappers is spittin into they own coffins (c'mon)
Hear the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him

Kweli to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D my rhymes is
A flea move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me
I black and emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black community unity (uh)
Still my rhymes heard Ali DePhrase
Step off the to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

See these four emcees came to get
the rap game, change ya whole sound
Nigga you, got ta, understand the ta
and groovin and always improvin a lot-ta
I'll the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, Philly
Check the blast Genevo, you can get slapped silly

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the like "who dat?"
Got the crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap true dat
We come through and all the like "who dat?"
Got the whole like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue
And ya crew, give me dap like dat

Okay my sound drenches, each of the senses
And hold the value of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, wit us or against us
Is you a soldier, or you a princess, dog?
I'm in it to win it and not for the
Got a with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin for help

From walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin'
Plus, even my niggaz from the Bede say you
Truth or consequences, and all senses be
style under-developed there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya blazin'
Like sayin' Miss is a true Jamaican, we makin'

Guerrilla rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'all think Dr. Doom did it
it like white trash in seed-spittin' contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter to Congress
I'm pissed cumulus clouds of
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll ya calmness
Unless, you want to be leg and
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the like "who dat?"
Got the crowd like "how ya do dat?"
you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat
We through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat