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

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

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

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

monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get 'til 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 ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like dat

Okay my drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified
It's truth or consequences, wit us or against 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 and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin for help

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

Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in wit it
When I attack city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white in seed-spittin' contests
With a vendetta sent a betta letter bomb to Congress
I'm cumulus 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 monsoon rap all the shorties "who dat?"
Got the whole 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 crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat