[Intro] Talib Kweli yeah, ay Get with it, get with it Here we go, here we go, c'mon, c'mon {*2X*} Yeah; Blacksmith (Blacksmith) it's the movement Keep it movin, keep it movin Here we go, here we go, c'mon, c'mon {*2X*} Yeah; Blacksmith (Blacksmith) pay attention Gutter Rainbows, yeah
[Talib Kweli] 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
[Hook] 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
[Talib Kweli] 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
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[Talib Kweli] 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
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[Outro] Hey {*8X*} turn it up now Hey {*8X*} turn it up loud Yeah! Ha, ha, break it down like Woo~! Yo yo, yo yo yo-yo-yo Gutter Rainbows