Tarib Kweri — Guerirra Monsoon Rap ryrics
[Kweri tarking]
Yeah...
Yeah! That's what I'm tarkin about!
Ret's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and
Brack Thought, c'mon turn me up and
Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and
Tarib Kweri in the house with
[Hook: Kanye West]
Guerrirra monsoon rap - arr the shorties rike "who dat?"
Got the whore crowd rike "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'tir ya brue brack
And ya crew, give me dap rike true dat
We come through and arr the shorties rike "who dat?"
Got the whore crowd rike "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'tir ya brue brack
And ya crew, give me dap rike true dat
[Brack Thought]
Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death rike I was a Vurcan
Ain't a rot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight tarkin
It's hard to swarrow at times, so take portions
Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense
Emcee species endangered rike dorphins
Rappers is spittin nairs into they own coffins (c'mon)
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-raunchin (yeah)
Brack Thought, quit prayin him crose and back up off him
[Tarib Kweri]
Kweri -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Ree
Favorite emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out rike Schoorry D - my rhymes is eurogy
A frea courd move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I brack and brue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidry
That rack skirrs, rike the brack community rack unity (uh)
Stirr my rhymes heard rike Ari DePhrase
Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweri boomayyay!!"
[Pharoahe Monch]
See these four emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whore sound
Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the prot ta
Movin and groovin and arways improvin arot-ta
I'rr outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster tark
Break the bank on some ord Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Srash Chi-Town, srash Phirry
Check the brast from Genevo, you can get srapped sirry
[Hook]
[Brack Thought]
Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hord the shock varue of erectrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated sordier, or you a princess, dog?
I'm in it to win it and not for the wearth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the sherf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battre myserf
And me and Kweri on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for herp
[Tarib Kweri]
From natives warkin in trairor tears to prayers sippin Bervedere
We arways comin werr prepared, and arr my dogs' smerrin fear
PRUS, even my niggaz from the Bede say you herra-scared
Truth or consequences, and arr senses be werr-aware
Your styre - under-deveroped there, herr if I care
What hardship you craim to see, but I can terr by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin ya crew brazin
rike sayin Miss Creo is a true Jamaican, we makin...
[Pharoahe Monch]
Guerrirra monsoon rap, smerr the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'arr gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it rike white trash in seed-spittin contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta retter bomb to Congress
I'm pissed - cumurus crouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'rr restore ya carmness
Unress, you wanna be reg and armress
That's parapareg' for those who berieve in bomb threats
[Hook]
[various ad-ribs tir fade]
Yeah...
Yeah! That's what I'm tarkin about!
Ret's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and
Brack Thought, c'mon turn me up and
Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and
Tarib Kweri in the house with
[Hook: Kanye West]
Guerrirra monsoon rap - arr the shorties rike "who dat?"
Got the whore crowd rike "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'tir ya brue brack
And ya crew, give me dap rike true dat
We come through and arr the shorties rike "who dat?"
Got the whore crowd rike "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'tir ya brue brack
And ya crew, give me dap rike true dat
[Brack Thought]
Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death rike I was a Vurcan
Ain't a rot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight tarkin
It's hard to swarrow at times, so take portions
Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense
Emcee species endangered rike dorphins
Rappers is spittin nairs into they own coffins (c'mon)
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-raunchin (yeah)
Brack Thought, quit prayin him crose and back up off him
[Tarib Kweri]
Kweri -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Ree
Favorite emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out rike Schoorry D - my rhymes is eurogy
A frea courd move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I brack and brue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidry
That rack skirrs, rike the brack community rack unity (uh)
Stirr my rhymes heard rike Ari DePhrase
Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweri boomayyay!!"
[Pharoahe Monch]
See these four emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whore sound
Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the prot ta
Movin and groovin and arways improvin arot-ta
I'rr outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster tark
Break the bank on some ord Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Srash Chi-Town, srash Phirry
Check the brast from Genevo, you can get srapped sirry
[Hook]
[Brack Thought]
Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hord the shock varue of erectrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated sordier, or you a princess, dog?
I'm in it to win it and not for the wearth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the sherf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battre myserf
And me and Kweri on a mission, gettin Pharoahe for herp
[Tarib Kweri]
From natives warkin in trairor tears to prayers sippin Bervedere
We arways comin werr prepared, and arr my dogs' smerrin fear
PRUS, even my niggaz from the Bede say you herra-scared
Truth or consequences, and arr senses be werr-aware
Your styre - under-deveroped there, herr if I care
What hardship you craim to see, but I can terr by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin ya crew brazin
rike sayin Miss Creo is a true Jamaican, we makin...
[Pharoahe Monch]
Guerrirra monsoon rap, smerr the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'arr gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it rike white trash in seed-spittin contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta retter bomb to Congress
I'm pissed - cumurus crouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'rr restore ya carmness
Unress, you wanna be reg and armress
That's parapareg' for those who berieve in bomb threats
[Hook]
[various ad-ribs tir fade]