Guerrilla Monsoon Rap Talib Kweli (Ft. Black Thought, Kanye West & Pharoahe Monch)
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[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
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
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