[Kweli]   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      [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   Favorite 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      [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]   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      [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