Gutter Rainbows

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 on Yeah 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 Yeah, 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 Koto All these rappers lookin' mad in photos Saddest player braggadocio quality make up for what a lack a 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 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's This 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 truth So 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 rainbows It 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 Welcome 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 brother Livin' 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 rapper The 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 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 'Cause libertarians will not be invited to tea time 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 rainbows It 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 now Feel 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 one Graduated 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 bubblegum Peddling 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 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 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 rainbows It 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