Guerrilla rap all the shorties 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 We through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 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 Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's straight talkin hard to swallow at times, so take portions Bitin' off more you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered dolphins Rappers is nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, quit playin him close and up off him
spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that favorite rapper used to be One by one I 'em out like Schoolly D my rhymes is eulogy A flea move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get stupidly lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) Still my rhymes heard like Ali Step off the stage to of "Kweli boomayyay!!"
See four emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole Nigga you, got ta, understand the ta Movin and groovin and always improvin a I'll outfox the, Porsche ya Boxster talk Break the on some old Frank Sinatra (New York) Slash Chi-Town, Philly Check the blast 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, 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
my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of 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 competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on a mission, Pharoahe for help
From natives in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere We always comin' prepared, and all my dogs' smellin' fear Plus, even my from the Bede say you hella-scared Truth or consequences, and all be well-aware Your under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can by your stare you fugazi, sayin' ya crew blazin' Like sayin' Miss is a true Jamaican, we makin'
monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' Dr. Doom did it Spit it white trash in seed-spittin' contests With a vendetta that sent a letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed cumulus of ominous Words of the Thor, the rawness restore ya calmness Unless, you to be leg and armless That's parapaleg' for those who in bomb threats
Guerrilla rap all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the crowd like "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 crowd "how ya do dat?" you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, me dap like true dat