Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Let's do it
Kanye West, c'mon, turn me up, eh
Black Dog, c'mon, turn me up, eh
That rock, c'mon, turn me up, eh
Tyler Crowley in the house, yeah
Gorilla Ma soon rap, all the shorties like, who that?
Got the whole crowd like, how you do that?
You get smacked till you're blue, black
And your crew give me that like, true that
We come through and all the shorties like, who that?
Got the whole crowd like, how you do that?
You get smacked till you're blue, black
And your crew give me that like, true that
I hit these MCs with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of ifs and ands, it's just straight talkin'
It's hard to swallow in time, so take portions
Fightin' off more than you could you create orphans
MC species endangering like dolphins
Rappers are spittin' nails into they own coffins
C'mon
Here it comes

From the Dundee Moons, rockin' on check
Black Thor, quit playin' him close
And back up off of
Raleigh
Spruce to the tree, Bruce to the lead
The real MC, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one, I knock him out like Schoolie D
My rhymes a eulogy, a flea can move a tree
Before you think you're movin' me
A black and blue MC, act the new Amiga
Smack stupidly, they lack skills
Like the black community, lack unity
Still my rhymes hurt like Ali the Fray
Step off the stage to shout to Crowley
Mumba Ye
See these four MCs came to get down
Rearranged the rap game
Can't change your whole sound
You got to understand the plot
To movin' and groovin' and always improvin' a lot
To allow Fox to average Porsche box to talk
Break the bank on some more Frank Sinatra
Slash I-Town, slash Philly
Catch the blast, room to leave or you can get slapped
Silly
Gorilla Monsoon rap, all the sorties like who that?
Got the whole crowd like how you do that?
You get smacked till you're blue, black and you're cruel
Give me that like true that we come through
And all the sorties like who that?
Got the whole crowd like how you do that?
You get smacked till you're blue, black and you're cruel
Give me that like true that
Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hold a shock value of electrified fences
It's true for consequences, ride with us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier or you a princess, dawg?
I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy in it, that on the shelf
Man, competition got the battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission here in Farrell for health
Freak from Natives, what's up?

Walking the trail of tears
The players sipping Belvedere
We always coming well prepared
And all my dawgs are smelling fair
Plus, even my niggas from the Bay, they say you hella scared
Truth and consequences in all senses, we well aware
Your style underdeveloped there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
You fool gazing, saying you're cruel, blazing like Sam
It's clear, it's the truth you're making
Gorilla Monsoon rap, smell of fumes, get in tune with it
When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white trash and see spit context
With a vendetta that's in a better place than the city
Let her bomb the Congress, I'm pissed
Cumulus clouds are ominous
Words of the fool, the ruinous
That'll restore your calmness
Unless you wanna leave leg and armless
That's para-belief for those who believe in wrong
Gorilla Monsoon rap, all the shorties like, who that?
Got the whole crowd like, how you do that?
You get smacked till you're blue, black
And your crew give me dap like true that
We come through and all the shorties like, who that?
Got the whole crowd like, how you do that?
You get smacked till you're blue, black
And your crew give me dap like true that
Uh, that's what I'm talkin' about
What, what, that's what I'm talkin' about
What, what, that's what I'm talkin' about
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What, what, that's what I'm lookin' about
What, what, that's what I'm talkin' about
Uh, what, what, that's what I'm talkin' about
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Woo, Doug Wimbush
Woo
K-West, Woo
Wally, Black Door
Mighty Barrel