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Pharoahe Monch

Genres: Hip-Hop

Guerilla Monsoon Rap Lyrics - Pharoahe Monch

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 

 

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Yo, I hit these Rmcees 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 offense 

 

Emcee species endangered like dolphins 

Rappers is spittin' nails into they own coffins 

Hear come the Dundee moves rocket launchin' 

Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him 

 

Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee 

The real 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 

 

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly 

That lack skills, like the black community lack unity 

Still my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase 

Step off the stage to shouts of Kweli boomayyay 

 

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See these four Emcees came to get down 

Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound 

Nigga you, gotta, 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 

Slash Chi Town, slash Philly 

Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly 

 

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 

 

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 

 

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, nigga 

 

That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about 

C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about 

C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about 

Kanye West, Kweli 

Black Thought, Monch Pharoahe 

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