Talib Kweli

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

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

Saddest player braggadocio quality make up for what a lack a promo

You say you blast a fo-fo you don't shoot

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 Yohji Yamamoto's

This ain't fashion rap I'm bringing the passion back

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

I take it with me in the booth

To delivery or respect 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

Look at them tremble juggling drugs

Using abusing beautiful struggling they were usually bubbling



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

Living 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 sum'n backwards he really a dumb rapper

The trap on the corner with the oil spilling

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 be not 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 then roll

So turn it up loud and turn it up now

Turn it up loud turn it up now



Saw that [?] whip around a building to form a corner tornado

Finding nature in the city we cover our feet in gators

Bugatti's to bodegas they selling rotten tomatoes

Stacking 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 nothing 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 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 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



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