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 - Africa Dream » Talib Kweli - Talk To You (Lil` Darlin`) » Talib Kweli - Get By » Talib Kweli - Memories Live » Talib Kweli - Get By » Talib Kweli - Ghetto Afterlife » Talib Kweli - Too Late » Talib Kweli - Hater Players » Talib Kweli - Move Somethin` » Talib Kweli - Prime Example » Talib Kweli - The Truth » Talib Kweli - Twice Inna Lifetime » Talib Kweli - I Try » Talib Kweli - Ghetto Afterlife » Talib Kweli - Yo Yeah » Talib Kweli - Touch You » Talib Kweli - Get Up » Talib Kweli - Here We Go 12" Single » Talib Kweli - This Means You » Talib Kweli - Children`s Story Рекомендуем скачать: » Умка и Броневичок - 11000 жизней » Устинов Юрий - Пед.Блюз » Устинов Юрий - Как далекий сон » Уматурман - Ума Турман » Устинов Юрий - Далеко уходят люди » Устинов Юрий - Да здравствует Остров сокровищ » Устинов Юрий - Светлячки » Устинов Юрий - Все спит в тропической ночи » Ундервуд - Понты-понты » Устинов Юрий - Зеленая гора » Умка и Броневичок - Девочка с бородой » Успенская Люба - Разведенные » Устинов Юрий - Добрый конь времени » Ундервуд - Следи за ее левой рукой » Успенская Люба - Зачем играешь ты со мной » Ундервуд - Всё, что надо » Устинов Юрий - Ты слышишь печальный напев кабестана? » Устинов Юрий - Цветок » Умка и Броневичок - Умер великий Пан » Умка и Броневичок - Реггей в законе
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