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Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties "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
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

Yo, I hit these with the grip 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 portions
Bitin' off than you can chew, create offense
Emcee species endangered like
Rappers is spittin nails into own coffins (c'mon)
come 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
That lack skills, like the black lack unity (uh)
Still my rhymes like Ali DePhrase
Step off the to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

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

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

Okay my sound drenches, each of the five
And the shock value 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 with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan competition, gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for

From natives walkin' in tears to players sippin Belvedere
We comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz the Bede say you hella-scared
or consequences, and all senses be well-aware
Your style there, hell if I care
What you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya blazin'
Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we

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

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