Friday, May 7, 2010

Da Lench Mob - "Guerillas in tha Mist" (OLD SCHOOL)

"Voodoo! Running From My Magic!!!"

It's been awhile since I posted an old school joint for your listening pleasure so I thought I'd hit you off with an underrated classic. I was trying to find an old Ice Cube song the other day on YouTube and ended up stumbling across the video for "Guerillas In The Mist" which I completely forgot about somehow.

This was my shit back in '92 when I was on a serious West Coast kick.  Dre, Snoop, Warren G and Ice Cube were all killing the scene with their funk inspired joints. It's kind of messed up to think that a song like this would be released as a single and actually sell some units when compared to the current state of the music industry. Now everyone just releases garbage radio friendly club hits with zero creativity or uniqueness.

You might recognize the samples used on this track from The Main Ingredient's "California My Way" and James Brown's "The Big Payback":

"Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room, So I can boom shak-a-lak boom!"

Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist
Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge
Never thought you'd see South Central niggaz in the forest
Don't kick in the chorus just yet
Cause we ain't made a mess yet
Lench Mob produce the best yet
Comin real hard man
Bumpin in your car man
Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan
Swingin on a vine
Suckin on a piece of swine
Jiggaboo come up from behind
Hit him with a coconut
Stab him in the gut
Push him out the tree
he falls right on his nuts
And just like EPMD
I don't like a bitch
Named J to tha A to tha N-E
Can't wait to meet her
I'm gonna kill 'er
Cause that little muthafucking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla

You try to pay me off with a banana
But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta
Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room
So I can boom shak-a-lak boom
That's the sound of the twenty guage
Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage
You never even hear of this
I'm taking care of this
Lench Mob environmental terrorists
Fuck great ape ammarilla
I'm a killa
But killa gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigga named King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So motherfuckers get your ding-dong
Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack
So get your butts back from the black fist
Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist

Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side
Talking bout a brand new apartheid
South Central straight ghetto native
Gotta show these devil muthafuckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?)
With the boom ping ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring
Nappy headed nigga, coming out the mist
Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps
Short Dog got the muthafucking pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo
Run your ass out the jungle
Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss
The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist - Addicted to Sneakers, Sports, Hip Hop and Gadgets

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