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Gutter Rainbows (Prod. by M-Phazes)

Talib Kweli,

yeah, hey

Get wit it, get wit it

Here we go, here we go,

come on, come on

Here we go, here we go,

come on, come onYeah blacksmith

It's the movement

Keep it moving, keep it moving

Here we go, here we go

come on, come on

Here we go, here we go

come on, come onYeah, Blacksmith

Pay attention

Gutter rainbowsWatch me flip it like the Blacksmith logo

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

All these rappers lookin' mad in photos

Saddest player braggadocio quality make up for what a lack a promoYou say you blast a fo-fo, nah you don't shoot

It's more like you shot me an email, but forgot to attach the vocals

Call 'em a bastard like their dad, a no show

I'm too fast for slow pokes running on the track with Yoshi Yamamoto'sThis ain't fashion rap, I'm bringin' the passion back

Find me where the trouble at that's my natural habitat

I take it wit me in the booth

To delivery we owe respect to the dead we only owe the truthSo if somebody feelin' disrespected even when his face is smilin'

His heart rate escalates to violence

Look at their trouble, jugglin' drugs

Using, abusin', beautiful strugglin' they were usually bubblin'It's the voice of the voiceless hope for the hopeless

Spit game way to real they don't promote it

Cause the way I approach it from another angle

I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbowsIt ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products 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 nowWelcome to my hood where the rainbows is in the gutter

The pain that you will discover is making the angels shutter

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

I know you heard of us we're more murderous than Cain famous brotherLivin' with death smoking 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 sumthin' backwards he really a dumb rapperThe trap on the corner with the oil spillin'

Mixed with the dirt and the water collected in the gutter til the colors brilliant

I paint pictures so legendary

I been doing this your history is as short as the month of FebruaryIn a leap year, what do we fear?

Dead bodies lying on the ground nothing to see here

Be clear don't ever cross me like police lines

'Cause libertarians will not be invited to tea timeIt's the voice of the voiceless hope for the hopeless

Spit game way to real they don't promote it

Cause the way I approach it from another angle

I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbowsIt ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products sold

It's where we lock and load and and cop that rock 'n' roll

So turn it up loud and turn it up now

Turn it up loud, turn it up nowFeel that war whip around a building to form a corner tornado

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

Bugatti's to bodegas they sellin' rotten tomatoes

Stackin' chips and I don't mean potato there go another oneGraduated from quarter waters and Butter Crunch

Tuxedo nice with a gun tucked in his cummerbund

He get it from his mama he ain't nothin' but his mother's son

She used to get it popping like bubblegumPeddling poison was often better employment

The ghetto destroying any sense of self she was enjoyin'

Survival of the fittest by any means necessary

Got us calling drug dealers revolutionariesYou 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 hospitalIt's the voice of the voiceless hope for the hopeless

Spit game way to real they don't promote it

Cause the way I approach it from another angle

I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbowsIt ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products 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

Songwriters

TALIB KWELI GREENE, ROBERT MANDELL, MARK LANDONPublished by

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