Talib Kweli, Black Thought, Pharoahe Monch - Guerrilla Monsoon Rap lyrics

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

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)

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

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!"

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

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"

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

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)

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

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

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