Talib Kweli, Pharoahe Monch, Black Thought - Guerrilla Monsoon Rap (Album Version (Explicit))

[00:05.94] [Kweli talking] [00:07.91] Yeah... [00:08.95] Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! [00:09.98] Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and [00:13.03] Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and [00:16.06] Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and [00:18.06] Talib Kweli in the house with [00:20.19] [Hook: Kanye West] [00:21.12] Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?" [00:23.16] Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" [00:26.17] Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black [00:28.25] And ya crew, give me dap like true dat [00:31.26] We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?" [00:33.20] Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" [00:36.57] Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black [00:39.34] And ya crew, give me dap like true dat [00:41.30] [Black Thought] [00:42.37] Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan [00:44.35] Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin [00:46.42] It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions [00:49.50] Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense [00:52.65] Emcee species endangered like dolphins [00:54.51] Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) [00:57.57] Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) [00:59.51] Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him [01:02.56] [Talib Kweli] [01:03.58] Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee [01:05.59] Favorite emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be [01:07.67] One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy [01:10.70] A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me [01:12.83] I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly [01:15.91] That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) [01:19.01] Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase [01:20.98] Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!" [01:23.00] [Pharoahe Monch] [01:24.05] See these four emcees came to get down [01:26.15] Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound [01:29.25] Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta [01:32.25] Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta [01:34.28] I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk [01:37.22] Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...) [01:41.32] Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly [01:42.43] Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly [01:44.58] [Hook] [02:05.53] [Black Thought] [02:06.60] Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses [02:08.62] And hold the shock value of electrified fences [02:11.73] It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us [02:13.78] Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog? [02:17.77] I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth [02:18.85] Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf [02:21.89] Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself [02:24.83] And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for help [02:26.87] [Talib Kweli] [02:27.86] From natives walkin in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere [02:29.96] We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear [02:33.03] PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella-scared [02:35.05] Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware [02:38.04] Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care [02:41.00] What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare [02:43.16] Nigga you fugazi, sayin ya crew blazin [02:45.17] Like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin... [02:47.11] [Pharoahe Monch] [02:48.18] Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it [02:51.25] When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it [02:54.31] Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests [02:56.33] With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress [02:59.41] I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous [03:01.47] Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness [03:04.49] Unless, you wanna be leg and armless [03:06.59] That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats [03:09.69] [Hook] [03:31.62] [Various ad-libs til fade] [04:06.03]