Guerrilla monsoon rap all the 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 We through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd "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 of death like I was a Vulcan Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just talkin It's to swallow at times, so take portions off more than you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered like is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear come the moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, playin him close and back up off him
Kweli to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that your rapper used to be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D my rhymes is A could move 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 lack (uh) my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase Step off the to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"
See these emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole Nigga you, got ta, understand the ta Movin and groovin and improvin a lot-ta I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya talk Break the on some old Frank Sinatra (New York) Chi-Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped
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, me dap like true dat We come 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, give me dap like dat
my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of electrified It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or us Is you a soldier, or you a princess, dog? I'm in it to win it and not for the Got a crib a Grammy and a gat on the shelf 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 well 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 style under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin'
Guerrilla rap, smell the fumes, get in tune 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 a betta letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed cumulus clouds of Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya Unless, you want to be leg and That's parapaleg' for those who in bomb threats
Guerrilla rap all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue And ya crew, give me dap true dat We come and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get 'til ya blue black And ya crew, me dap like true dat