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Guerrilla monsoon rap 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
We through 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 like I was a
a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin
It's hard to at times, so take portions
off more than you can chew, create offense
Emcee endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin nails into own coffins (c'mon)
Hear the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him

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

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

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

Okay my drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified
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 with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, battle myself
And me and on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for help

natives walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz from the say you hella-scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be
Your style under-developed there, if I care
What hardship you 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 city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it white trash in seed-spittin' contests
With a vendetta sent a betta letter bomb to Congress
I'm pissed clouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll ya calmness
Unless, you to be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb

monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd "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 shorties "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