Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

[Kweli talking]<br>Yeah...<br>Yeah! That`s what I`m talkin about!<br>Let`s do it... Kanye West, c`mon turn me up and<br>Black Thought, c`mon turn me up and<br>Pharoahe Monch, c`mon turn me up and<br>Talib Kweli in the house with<br><br>[Hook: Kanye West]<br>Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?"<br>Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"<br>Nigga you, get smacked `til ya blue black<br>And ya crew, give me dap like true dat<br>We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?"<br>Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"<br>Nigga you, get smacked `til ya blue black<br>And ya crew, give me dap like true dat<br><br>[Black Thought]<br>Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan<br>Ain`t a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it`s just straight talkin<br>It`s hard to swallow at times, so take portions<br>Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense<br>Emcee species endangered like dolphins<br>Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c`mon)<br>Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)<br>Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him<br><br>[Talib Kweli]<br>Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee<br>Favorite emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be<br>One by one I knock `em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy<br>A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me<br>I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly<br>That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh)<br>Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase<br>Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"<br><br>[Pharoahe Monch]<br>See these four emcees came to get down<br>Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound<br>Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta<br>Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta<br>I`ll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk<br>Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...)<br>Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly<br>Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Black Thought]<br>Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses<br>And hold the shock value of electrified fences<br>It`s truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us<br>Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?<br>I`m in it to win it and not for the wealth<br>Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf<br>Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself<br>And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for help<br><br>[Talib Kweli]<br>From natives walkin in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere<br>We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs` smellin fear<br>PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella-scared<br>Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware<br>Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care<br>What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare<br>Nigga you fugazi, sayin ya crew blazin<br>like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin...<br><br>[Pharoahe Monch]<br>Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it<br>When I attack your city, y`all gon` think Dr. Doom did it<br>Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests<br>With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress<br>I`m pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous<br>Words of the Thor, the rawness that`ll restore ya calmness<br>Unless, you wanna be leg and armless<br>That`s parapaleg` for those who believe in bomb threats<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[various ad-libs til fade]