Lyrical Breakdown of Guerrilla Monsoon Rap - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Guerrilla Monsoon Rap" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Talib Kweli weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Guerrilla Monsoon Rap" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Talib Kweli employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Talib Kweli's narrative.

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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 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 Yo, I hit these Rmcees 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 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 Hear come the Dundee moves rocket launchin' Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him 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 A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black community lack unity Still my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase Step off the stage to shouts of Kweli boomayyay See these four Emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound Nigga you, gotta, 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 Slash Chi Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly 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 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 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' 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 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, nigga That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about Kanye West, Kweli Black Thought, Monch Pharoahe