Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about!

Let's do it

Kanye West, c'mon, turn me up and

Black Thought, c'mon, turn me up and

Pharoahe Monch, c'mon, turn me up and

Talib Kweli in the house with

[Chorus: Kanye West & Black Thought]

Guerrilla Monsoon rap, all the shorties like "Who that?"

Got the whole crowd like, "How ya do that?"

Nigga, you get smacked 'til ya blue-black

And ya crew give me dap like "true that"

We come through and all the shorties like, "Who that?"

Got the whole crowd like, "How ya do that?"

Nigga, you get smacked 'til ya blue-black

And ya crew give me dap like "true that" (Yo)

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan

Ain't a lot of "ifs" and "ands", it's just straight talkin'

It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions

Bitin' off more than you can chew create orphans

Emcee species endangered like dolphins

Rappers is spittin' nails into they own coffins (C'mon)

Here come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin' (Yeah)

Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee

The real emcee that your favorite rapper used to be

One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D, my rhyme's a eulogy

A flea could move a tree before you think you're movin' me

I black and blue emcees actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly

They lack skills, like the Black community lack unity (Uh)

Still my rhymes hurt like Ali to Fraiz'

Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli, boom-ai-yay!"

[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]

See, these four emcees came to get down

Rearrange the rap game, change your whole sound

Nigga, you gotta understand the plot to

Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' a lot to

I'll outfox the average Porsche Boxster talk

Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)

Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly

Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Guerrilla Monsoon rap, all the shorties like "Who that?"

Got the whole crowd like, "How ya do that?"

Nigga, you get smacked 'til ya blue-black

And ya crew give me dap like "true that"

We come through and all the shorties like, "Who that?"

Got the whole crowd like, "How ya do that?"

Nigga, you get smacked 'til ya blue-black

And ya crew give me dap like "true that"

[Verse 4: Black Thought]

Okay, my sound drenches each of the five senses

And hold the shock value of electrified fences

It's truth or consequences, ride with us or against us

Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?

I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth

Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf (Ha)

Nann nigga competition, gotta battle myself

And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help

[Verse 5: Talib Kweli]

From natives walkin' the Trail of Tears to players sippin' Belvedere

We always comin' well-prepared and all my dogs smellin' fear

Plus, even my niggas from the Bay, they say you hella scared (Uh)

Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware (Woo)

Your style under-developed there, hell if I care

What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare

Nigga, you fugazi, sayin' ya crew blazin'

Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican (C'mon)

[Verse 6: Pharoahe Monch]

Guerrilla Monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune with it

When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it

Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin' contests

With a vendetta that send a better letter bomb to Congress

I'm pissed, cumulus clouds are ominous

Words of the four, the rawness that'll restore your calmness

Unless you wanna leave leg and armless

That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Guerrilla Monsoon rap, all the shorties like "Who that?"

Got the whole crowd like, "How ya do that?"

Nigga, you get smacked 'til ya blue-black

And ya crew give me dap like "true that"

We come through and all the shorties like, "Who that?"

Got the whole crowd like, "How ya do that?"

Nigga, you get smacked 'til ya blue-black

And ya crew give me dap like "true that," nigga

[Outro: Talib Kweli]

Ha, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

Woah, woah, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

C'mon, woah, woah, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (Yeah)

Woah, woah, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

C'mon, what, what, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

Uh, what, what, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

Woo, Doug Wimbush

Woo, K. West

Woo, Kweli, Black Thought

Monch the Pharoahe