Talib Kweli – Guerrilla Monsoon Rap (ft. Black Thought, Kanye West & Pharoahe Monch) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2020-11-19

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music

Throwback to Talib Kweli’s “Guerrilla Monsoon Rap” featuring Black Thought, Kanye West & Pharoahe Monch. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Kanye West.

Talib Kweli Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

Talib Kweli Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

As the current host of The People’s Party, a podcast dedicated to unpacking some of hip-hop’s dopest stories,Talib Kweli can officially look back on an impressive career as an emcee with pride. And while many came to discover the lyricist on the 1998 classic Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star, Talib’s solo trajectory kicked off with the release of 2002’s Quality, his debut album.

Known primarily for its massive single “Get By,” the album also featured additional production from J. Dilla, DJ Quik, and a young Kanye West, who worked his sampling magic on the lyrical masterclass “Guerilla Monsoon Rap.” Over a cinematic and vaguely eerie instrumental from Yeezy, back when flipping samples was his modus operandi, Talib, Black Thought, and Pharoah Monch proceed to put in serious work, engaging in an unspoken bout of healthy competition with no shortage of quotables and impressive rhyme schemes.

Talib Kweli – Guerrilla Monsoon Rap (ft. Black Thought, Kanye West & Pharoahe Monch) (prod. Kanye West)

Lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: 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 orphans
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

[Verse 2: 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
They lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh)
Still my rhymes hurt like Ali to Fraiz’
Step off the stage to shouts of “Kweli boomayyay!!”

[Verse 3: 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 Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York…)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

[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

[Verse 4: 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

[Verse 5: Talib Kweli]
From natives walkin’ the Trail of Tears to players sippin’ Belvedere
We always comin’ well prepared, and all my dogs’ smellin’ fear
Plus, even my niggas from the Bay, they 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’

[Verse 6: 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: 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

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