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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