 [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]
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