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Guerrilla monsoon rap 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
We through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole like "how ya do dat?"
you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true 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 straight talkin
It's hard to swallow at times, so take
off more than you can chew, create offense
Emcee species endangered dolphins
Rappers is spittin nails into they own (c'mon)
Hear come the moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Black Thought, quit playin him close and up off him

Kweli spruce to the tree, to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper 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 blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked
That lack skills, like the black community unity (uh)
Still my rhymes heard Ali DePhrase
off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

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

Guerrilla monsoon rap 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 true dat
We come and 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

Okay my drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock of electrified fences
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 Grammy and a gat on the
Nan nigga competition, gotta myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for

natives walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz from the say you hella-scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be
Your style under-developed there, hell if I
hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Miss 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
it like white trash in seed-spittin' contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta bomb to Congress
I'm pissed cumulus clouds of
of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
Unless, you want to be leg and
That's parapaleg' for those who in bomb threats

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, give me dap like 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, me dap like true dat