Gutter Rainbows - Talib Kweli

Talib Kweli yeah, ay

Get with it, get with it

Here we go, here we go, c’mon, c’mon

Yeah;

Blacksmith (Blacksmith) it’s the movement

Keep it movin, keep it movin

Here we go, here we go, c’mon, c’mon

Yeah;

Blacksmith (Blacksmith) pay attention

Gutter Rainbows, yeah

Watch me flip it like the Blacksmith logo

I shine a light through the darkness when the night is black as Yaphet Kotto

All these rappers lookin mad in photos

Saddest player braggadocio quality make up for what I lack in promo

You say you blast a fo'-fo' (nah) you don’t shoot

It’s more like you shot me an e-mail but forgot to attach the vocals

Call 'em a bastard like their dad a no show

I’m too fast for slowpokes, runnin on the track with Yohji Yamamoto’s

This ain’t fashion rap, I’m bringin the passion back

Find me where the trouble at, that’s my natural habitat

(Let's go~!) I take it with me in the booth

To the livin we owe respect, to the dead we only owe the truth

So if somebody feelin disrespected

Even when his face is smilin, his heart rate escalate to violence

Look at them tremble, jugglin drugs

Using abusing beautiful strugglin, still we usually bubblin

It’s the voice of the voiceless, hope for the hopeless

Spit game way too real, they don’t promote it

Cause the way I approach it, from another angle

I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows

It ain’t no pot o' gold, it’s where the product sold

It’s where we lock and load, and and cop that rock then roll

So turn it up loud, and turn it up now

Turn it up loud, turn it up now

Welcome to my hood where the rainbows is in the gutters

The pain that you will discover is makin the angels shutter

There’s sex in the city but we never claimed to love her

I know you heard of us, we more murderous than Cain famous brother

Living with death smokin blunts with the Grim Reaper

Snitch niggas known to blow the whistle like a gym teacher

This gum flapper, swear he a gun clapper

Nah;

somethin backwards, he really a dumb rapper

He trapped on the corner with the oil spillin

Mixed with the dirt and the water collected in the gutter 'til the color’s

brilliant

I paint pictures so legendary;

I BEEN doin this

Your history is as short as the month of February

In a leap year — what do we fear?

Dead bodies lyin on the ground, nuttin to see here

To be clear, don’t ever cross me like police lines

Cause libertarians will be not invited to tea time

Now when I whip around a building it form a corner tornado

Findin nature in the city, we cover our feet in gators

Bugattis to bodegas, they sellin rotten tomatoes

Stackin chips and I don’t mean potato — there go another one

Graduated from quarter waters and Butter Crunch

To tuxedo nice with a gun tucked in his cummerbund

He get it from his momma, he ain’t nuttin but his mother’s son

She used to get it poppin like bubblegum

Peddlin poison was often better employment

The ghetto destroyin any sense of self she was enjoyin

Survival of the fittest;

by any means necessary

Got us callin drug dealers revolutionaries

You say he kill his people, he say I feed my family

And you ain’t kickin in, you’ll never understand me

You just stand in my way, now you an obstacle

And obstacles end up in the hospital — I’m just sayin

Hey turn it up now

Hey turn it up loud

Yeah!

Ha, ha, break it down like

Woo~!

Yo yo, yo yo yo-yo-yo

Gutter Rainbows