Testo Gutter Rainbows - Talib Kweli
Testo della canzone Gutter Rainbows (Talib Kweli), tratta dall'album Gutter Rainbows
Get with it, get with it
Here we go, here we go, come on, come on
Here we go, here we go, come on, come on
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 on
Blacksmith, pay attention
Gutter rainbows
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 looking mad in photos
Status play or braggadocio, quality make up for what a lack of promo
You 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 vocal
Call him ambassador like his dad a no-show
I'm too fast for slowpokes running on the track in Yohji Yamamotos
This ain't fashion rap, I'm bringing 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 living we owe respect and to the dead we only owe the truth
So if somebody feeling disrespected even when his face is smiling
His heart rate escalate to violence
Looking for trouble, juggling drugs, using, abusing
Beautiful struggling, still when music be bubbling
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 these streets, I know it's the gutter rainbows
It ain't no pot of gold, it's where the product's sold
It's where we lock and load, and cop that rock and roll
Turn it up loud, we 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 making the angels shudder
It's Sex and the City but we never claim to love her
I know you heard of us, we more murderous than Kane's famous brother
Living with death, smoking blunts with the Grim Reaper
Snitch niggas known to blow the whistle like a gym teacher
This gum flapper, is wary of gun clapper
Nah, something's backwards, he's really a dumb rapper
Your trapped on the corner with the oil spilling
Mixed with the dirt and the water collected
In the gutter 'til the color's brilliant
I paint pictures so legendary
I been doing this, your history is as short as the month of February
In 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
We libertarians but we not invited to tea time
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 these streets, I know it's the gutter rainbows
It ain't no pot of gold, it's where the product's sold
It's where we lock and load, and cop that rock and roll
Turn it up loud, we turn it up now
Turn it up loud, turn it up now
I horse whip around the building and form a corner tornado
Finding nature in the city, we cover our feet in gators
Bugattis to bodegas, they selling Rotten Tomatoes
Stack of chips and I don't mean potato, there go another one
Graduated from quarter waters and butter crunch
To tuxedo nights with a gun tucked in his cummerbund
He get it from his momma, he ain't nothing but his mother's son
She used to get it popping like bubblegum
Peddling poison was often better employment
Than ghetto destroying any sense of self she was enjoying
Survival of the fittest, by any means necessary
Got us calling drug dealers revolutionaries
You say he kill his people, he say I feed my family
And you ain't kicking in, you'll never understand me
You just stand in my way, now you an obstacle
And obstacles end up in a hospital
I'm just saying
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 these streets, I know it's the gutter rainbows
It ain't no pot of gold, it's where the product's sold
It's where we lock and load, and cop that rock and roll
Turn it up loud, we turn it up now
Turn it up loud, turn it up now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Turn it up now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Turn it up loud
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Landon, Talib Kweli Greene, Robert Mandell
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