Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

[Kweli talking]
 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
 [Hook: Kanye West]
 Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?"
 Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
 Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
 And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
 We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
 Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
 Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
 And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
 [Black Thought]
 Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
 Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin
 It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions
 Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense
 Emcee species endangered like dolphins
 Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon)
 Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
 Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him
 [Talib Kweli]
 Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
 Favorite emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
 One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
 A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
 I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly
 That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh)
 Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase
 Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!"
 [Pharoahe Monch]
 See these four emcees came to get down
 Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound
 Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta
 Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta
 I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
 Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
 Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
 Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
 [Hook]
 [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 wit 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
 Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself
 And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for help
 [Talib Kweli]
 From natives walkin in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere
 We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear
 PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella-scared
 Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware
 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, we makin...
 [Pharoahe Monch]
 Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit 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 sent a betta letter bomb to Congress
 I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous
 Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
 Unless, you wanna be leg and armless
 That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats
 [Hook]
 [various ad-libs til fade]