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

Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a
Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight
It's to swallow at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, create
Emcee species endangered like
is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon)
Hear the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Black Thought, quit playin him 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 Schoolly D my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya me
I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked
That lack skills, the black community lack unity (uh)
Still my rhymes heard Ali DePhrase
off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

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

monsoon rap all the shorties 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
We come through and all the 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

Okay my drenches, each of the five senses
And the shock value of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess,
I'm in it to win it and not for the
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle
And me and Kweli on a mission, Pharoahe for help

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

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

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