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

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

Kweli to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D my rhymes is
A flea could move a tree, ya think ya movin' me
I and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black lack unity (uh)
my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase
Step off the stage to of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

See these emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya sound
Nigga you, got ta, understand the ta
Movin and groovin and always improvin a
I'll outfox the, average ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, Philly
Check the from 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 smacked 'til ya blue
And ya crew, give me dap true dat
We come and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the crowd like "how ya do dat?"
you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, me dap like true dat

Okay my 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 soldier, or you a princess, dog?
I'm in it to win it and not for the
Got a crib with a and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle
And me and on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for help

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

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

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