Talib Kweli - Every Ghetto

feat. Rapsody

So I roll down the window. I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store. I'm like where are you taking me?
Shout out Dave Chappelle!

[Talib Kweli:]
We bout to live it up
We bout to give it up
We bout to twist it up
(Every ghetto)
The startin' salary, it's hard reality
Find solidarity
(Every ghetto)
We got our leaders too, but do they leave us?
Or they lead us and they see it through?
(Every ghetto)
Yeah we packin' precious metals
It's next level
We raise the
Yeah yeah
(Every ghetto)

Every ghetto, every city, like myself
They way too used to the miss ???
How to concentrate, how to sit still
Murder rate permanent place in the top 10
We live here, these hipsters drop in
You hear the barrels cockin'
They say consciousness mean we ain't rugged
Until you get beat within an inch of it
Self made dudes don't get discovered
They actin' like I owe 'em somethin'
Homie, I don't owe you nothin'
Your beef, it's way too early in the mornin' for the hate
You ain't brush your teeth yet
And your toast ain't buttered
Perfect storm and the coast is flooded
First discovered and my flow got
A ??? stuttered
I'm going too fast, let me slow down!

I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world
The hood often embrace ya when you profound with words
I say the stuff they relate to, I keep it down to Earth
Other rappers sound like they hate you, they sound absurd.
When they walk through the ghetto, they get their chain snatched
They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back,
It's like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin' but straight facts and straight rap

[Rapsody:]
Any vibe for the people by the people
Ya-ya, getty up
Who got the juice now?
Snatch it out your kitty's scrap
Gave us watered down
This one about for ya
They be brushin' with death, uh
Is this the art of war for cops?
We double-dutchin' duckin' shots
Every home ain't got a pop
Every man ain't sellin' rocks
A different way to live here
Different from switchin' bars
They pray that we switch our cars
To a fiend from a metaphor
Worldstar, Worldstar
Lotta love and this life hard
Got us prayin' like "oh God"
Illegally thievery think you're stealing off easily
Frustrated we hate it, yeah
That's why we scream out homie we made it!
It's an odd future they ain't know we was also creators
Somethin' from nothin'
Was told walkie-man you're frontin'
For the people, by the people but them over money
I'm on my Miley Davis workin' for justice
How you get away with murder?
Be a cop and just kill us!
How we supposed to not catch feelin's?
Innocent lives, boy we got kids in these buildin's
I'm on my Viola Davis, call it defense
For all the drama they gave us
Spittin' shots around with it
Too high for you like ganja
That's why they shot Andre
You still blacker than Hamptons
Still black and be rich
Spread lovin' just the Brooklyn way,
It's universal
360 and the nine lives, woah

[Talib Kweli:]
The startin' salary, it's hard reality
Find solidarity
(Every ghetto)
We got our leaders too, but do they leave us?
Or they lead us and they see it through?
(Every ghetto)

Revolution!

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