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

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

Kweli to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out 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, like the black community unity (uh)
Still my rhymes like Ali DePhrase
Step off the to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

See these emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, ya whole sound
you, got ta, understand 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

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

Okay my sound drenches, 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 battle
And me and Kweli on a mission, Pharoahe for help

natives walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin'
Plus, even my niggaz from the Bede say you
Truth or consequences, and all be well-aware
Your style under-developed there, hell if I
What hardship you claim to see, but I can by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew
Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a Jamaican, we makin'

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

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