Текст (слова) песни: Talib Kweli - Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

[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
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
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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Talib Kweli - Guerrilla Monsoon Rap [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 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 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] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Guerrilla Monsoon Rap: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/18452.html Все тексты песен: Talib Kweli » Talib Kweli - Some Kind Of Wonderful » Talib Kweli - Beautiful Struggle » Talib Kweli - Move Somethin` » Talib Kweli - Africa Dream » Talib Kweli - Down for the Count » Talib Kweli - Memories Live » Talib Kweli - Guerrilla Monsoon Rap » Talib Kweli - Name of the Game » Talib Kweli - A Game » Talib Kweli - Here We Go 12" Single » Talib Kweli - Here We Go (Original) » Talib Kweli - Brown Skin Lady » Talib Kweli - Ghetto Afterlife » Talib Kweli - Raise the Bar » Talib Kweli - Intro » Talib Kweli - Definition » Talib Kweli - Work it Out » Talib Kweli - Big Nel from Da Natti » Talib Kweli - Soul Rebels » Talib Kweli - Too Late Рекомендуем скачать: » Тутси (Tutsi) - Хочешь да, да, да » Татьяна Афраймович - Сосна » Татьяна Дрыгина - Грипп » Татьяна Овсиенко - Я буду лететь за тобой » Тимур Шаов - Цыганская песня » Т.Буланова - Самое главное » Татьяна Афраймович - Птицы » Тимур Шаов - Разговор с критиком » Таисия Повалий - Не спугните жениха » Тату - Полчаса (30 минут) » Телевизор - Три-четыре гада » Таня Буланова - Закрой за любовью дверь » Татьяна Шкодина - Эх, отдать бы себя по клеточке – каждому ближнему... » Татьяна Глазкова - Кафе Алга » Татьяна Лихачева - Все теперь не так » Татьяна Афраймович - Благодетели-6 » Таня Буланова - Здравствуй, море » Татьяна Шехтман - Наивное » Т.Буланова - Мало не много » Тимур Шаов - О большом и малом начальстве
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