Talib Kweli, yeah, hey, get with it, get with 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, 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 looking mad in photos Saddest player braggadocio quality make up for all the lack of promo You say you blast a fo-fo, you don't shoot It's more like you shot me an email but forgot to attach vocals Call 'em a bastard like they dad a no show I'm too fast for slow pokes running on the track with Yohji Yamamoto 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 deliver real respect to the dead, we only owe the truth So if somebody feeling disrespected Even when his face is smilin' his heart rate escalatin', violence Lookin' for trouble, juggling drugs Using, abusing, beautiful struggling, used to be 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's sold It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and 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 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 somethin' 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 FebruaryIn 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 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's sold It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll So turn it up loud and turn it up now Turn it up loud, turn it up now Feel that warm whip around the building to form a corner tornado Finding nature in the city, we cover our feet in GatorsBugatti'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 kicking 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 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's sold It's where we lock and load and cop the rock and roll So turn it up loud and turn it up now Turn it up loud, turn it up now Turn it up now Turn it up loud Yeah, break it down like G-g-gutter rainbow