Testo Guerrilla Monsoon Rap - Talib Kweli feat. Pharoahe Monch & Black Thought
Testo della canzone Guerrilla Monsoon Rap (Talib Kweli feat. Pharoahe Monch & Black Thought), tratta dall'album Quality (Explicit Version)
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," nigga
Yo, I hit these MC's 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
MC species endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin' nails into they own coffins
Here come the Dundee most rocket launchin'
Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him
Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real MC 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 MCs actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly
They lack skills like the Black community lack unity
Still my rhymes hurt like Ali to Fraiz'
Step off the stage and shout to Kweli, "Boom-bye-yeah!"
See, these four MCs came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change your whole sound
Nigga, you got to 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
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Catch 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," nigga
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?
Dawg, I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
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 dawgs is smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggas from the Bay, they say you hella scared
Truth or consequences, in all senses, we 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' your crew blazin'
Like sayin' Ms. 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's in 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
That's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wha-wha, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
C'mon, wha-wha, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (Yeah)
Wha-wha, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
C'mon, wha-wha, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, wha-wha, wha-wha, that's what I'm
Talkin' about (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (Woo)
Doug Wimbush (Woo)
K. West (Woo)
Kweli, Black Thought
Credits
Writer(s): Tarik L. Collins, Eugene Record, Talib Kweli, Troy Jamerson, Stanley Mckenny
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