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Talib Kweli, yeah, hey, get with it, get with it |
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Here we go, here we go, come on, come on |
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Here we go, here we go, come on, come on, yeah |
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Blacksmith, it's the movement |
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Keep it moving, keep it moving |
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Here we go, here we go, come on, come on |
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Here we go, here we go, come on, come on, yeah |
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Blacksmith, pay attention, |
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Gutter Rainbows, yeah |
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Watch me flip it like the |
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Blacksmith logo |
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I shine a light through the darkness when the night is black as |
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Yaphet Kotto |
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All these rappers looking mad in photos |
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Saddest player braggadocio quality make up for all the lack of promo |
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You say you blast a fo-fo, you don't shoot |
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It's more like you shot me an email but forgot to attach vocals |
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Call 'em a bastard like they dad a no show |
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I'm too fast for slow pokes running on the track with |
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Yohji Yamamoto |
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This ain't fashion rap, |
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I'm bringing the passion back |
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Find me where the trouble at that's my natural habitat |
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I take it with me in the booth |
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To deliver real respect to the dead, we only owe the truth |
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So if somebody feeling disrespected |
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Even when his face is smilin' his heart rate escalatin', violence |
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Lookin' for trouble, juggling drugs |
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Using, abusing, beautiful struggling, used to be bubblin' |
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It's the voice of the voiceless, hope for the hopeless |
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Spit game way too real, they don't promote it' |
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Cause the way |
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I approach it from another angle |
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I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows |
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It ain't no pot o' gold, it's where the product's sold |
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It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll |
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So turn it up loud and turn it up now |
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Turn it up loud, turn it up now |
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Welcome to my 'hood where the rainbows is in the gutters |
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The pain that you will discover is making the angels shutter |
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There's sex in the city but we never claimed to love her |
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I know you heard of us we're more murderous than |
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Cain famous brother |
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Living with death, smoking blunts with the |
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Grim Reaper |
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Snitch niggas known to blow the whistle like a gym teacher |
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This gum flapper, swear he a gun clapper |
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Nah somethin' backwards, he really a dumb rapper |
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The trap on the corner with the oil spilling |
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Mixed with the dirt and the water collected in the gutter 'til the colors brilliant |
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I paint pictures so legendary |
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I been doing this, your history is as short as the month of |
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FebruaryIn a leap year, what do we fear? |
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Dead bodies lying on the ground, nothing to see here |
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Be clear, don't ever cross me like police lines' |
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Cause libertarians will be not invited to tea time |
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It's the voice of the voiceless, hope for the hopeless |
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Spit game way too real, they don't promote it' |
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Cause the way |
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I approach it from another angle |
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I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows |
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It ain't no pot o' gold, it's where the product's sold |
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It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll |
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So turn it up loud and turn it up now |
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Turn it up loud, turn it up now |
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Feel that warm whip around the building to form a corner tornado |
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Finding nature in the city, we cover our feet in |
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GatorsBugatti's to bodegas they selling rotten tomatoes |
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Stacking chips and |
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I don't mean potato, there go another one |
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Graduated from quarter waters and |
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Butter Crunch |
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Tuxedo nice with a gun tucked in his cummerbund |
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He get it from his mama, he ain't nothing but his mother's son |
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She used to get it popping like bubblegum |
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Peddling poison was often better employment |
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The ghetto destroying any sense of self she was enjoying |
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Survival of the fittest by any means necessary |
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Got us calling drug dealers revolutionaries |
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You say he kill his people, he say |
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I feed my family |
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And you ain't kicking in, you'll never understand me |
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You just stand in my way, now you an obstacle |
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And obstacles end up in the hospital |
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It's the voice of the voiceless, hope for the hopeless |
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Spit game way too real, they don't promote it' |
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Cause the way |
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I approach it from another angle |
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I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows |
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It ain't no pot o' gold, it's where the product's sold |
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It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll |
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So turn it up loud and turn it up now |
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Turn it up loud, turn it up now |
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Turn it up now |
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Turn it up loud |
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Yeah, break it down like |
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G-g-gutter rainbow |
