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Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties "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 come through and all the shorties "who dat?"
Got the whole 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 grip of like I was a Vulcan
a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin
It's hard to at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more you can chew, create offense
Emcee species like dolphins
Rappers is spittin nails into own coffins (c'mon)
come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Black Thought, quit playin him and back 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 Schoolly D my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could 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 like Ali DePhrase
Step off the to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

See these four emcees to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole
Nigga you, got ta, understand the ta
Movin and and always improvin a lot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya talk
the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, slash
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 'til ya black
And ya crew, give me dap true dat
We come through and all the shorties "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat

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

From natives 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 claim to see, but I can tell by your
Nigga you fugazi, ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin'

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

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