Zion I, Talib Kweli - Temperature lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

The cityscape where I stay is gettin hot now
Unemployment is high and buildings
Is gettin chopped down
Gold teeth populating the block
Slurring slang day and night on
The lookout for cops
Make the shots ring out like the Liberty Bell
No escape from the heat that's
Getting hotter than hell
Like the oven's on broil
With blood stains on the soil
Pimps donning the colors of crown royal
And little sister's got a baby on hip
And her momma never home so the cycle is sick
Young ballers on the court wanna
Play in the league
But got knocked in the spot
For a quarter of weed
It's getting hot in here
Baby leave on your clothes
Much more to living life
Than emulating them hoes
I try to speak truth in the form of my flow
But the temperature is rising
It's harder to grow, fo' sho'

Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street
(it's gettin hot in every way)
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street
(it's gettin hot in every way)

Heads up, eyes open
Rest in peace headquarters tunnel vision
Most of us is rushing like
A special order of Stolichnaya
The block is hot, the ghetto on fire
With more narc sales than Avon Barksdale
From that show The Wire
We keep growing like hair when you die
Black butterfly on the rose
That's preparing to fly
I paint a picture with the
Color of the orchid, it's vivid
Whatever kid I talk it, I spit it, I walk it
I live it god blessed my every step
Didn't need to go through a reverend
Your boy used to gouge an eye
Out just to get into heaven
We live between heaven and
Hell like John Constantine
Doing crimes then confessing like
A teenage drama queen we were leaning
Now we're falling down like Michael Douglas
I spit it fast, I gotta get it out
They might unplug it and try to drug us
So I stay aware and watch out for the set up
Never scared to go head up, got a
Plan to get my bread up, and

Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street
(it's gettin hot in every way)
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street
(it's gettin hot in every way)