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Guerilla Monsoon Rap

This version of Guerilla Monsoon Rap was released by Talib Kweli in 2002.

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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 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

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

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!!”

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

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

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…

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

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