Talib Kweli - Gutter Rainbows lyrics

Talib Kweli yeah, ay
Get with it, get with it
Here we go, here we go, c'mon, c'mon
Yeah Blacksmith
(Blacksmith) it's the movement
Keep it movin, keep it movin
Here we go, here we go, c'mon, c'mon
Yeah Blacksmith (Blacksmith) pay attention
Gutter Rainbows, yeah

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

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

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

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

Hey turn it up now hey turn it up loud
Yeah! Ha, ha, break it down like
Woo'! Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo gutter Rainbows