Hi-Tek - Every Ghetto lyrics

[Produced by Hi-Tek] [Intro: Talib Kweli] Yeah man So I start looking out the window I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store Where the f** are you taking me? [Hook: Talib Kweli] We bout to twist it up We bout to lift it up We never givin' up The startin' salary, it's hard reality Find solidarity We got our leaders too but where they lead us ? Do they leave us or they see it through? Yeah we packin' precious metals Our sh** is next level We raise the threat level [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Every ghetto, every city, like Ms. Hill They way too used to the missed meals Hard to concentrate, hard to sit still Murder rate permanent place in the top 10 We live here, these hipsters drop in You hear them barrels co*kin' They say consciousness mean a n***a ain't rugged Until they get beat within an inch of it Self made n***as don't get discovered They actin' like you owe 'em somethin' Homie I don't owe you nothin' f** your beef It's way too early in the mornin' for the hate You ain't brushed your teeth yet n***a And your toast ain't bu*tered A perfect storm and the coast is flooded Most discovered that my flow got 'em You posers sound like [?] stuttered Man I'm goin' too fast, let me slow it down [Bridge: Talib Kweli] I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world The hood often embrace ya when you profound with words I say the sh** they relate to, I keep it down to Earth Other rappers sound like they hate you, them n***as sound absurd So 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 [Verse 2: Rapsody] Indie 5, for the people by the people Ya-ya, giddy up, who got the juice now? Snatch it out your kiddies cups The sh** you gave us watered down This one's for Basquiat They be brushin' with d**h, uh Is this The Art Of War for cops? We double-dutchin' duckin' shots Every home ain't got a Pops Every man ain't sellin' rocks A different will to win here Different from switchin' cars They pray that we switch our bars To a fiend from a metaphor Worldstar, Worldstar Lotta love and this life hard Keep us prayin' like "oh God" Illegally thievery think us peelin' off easily Frustrated we hate it That's why we scream out "n***a we made it" It's an odd future they ain't know we was all some creators Somethin' from nothin' was told Kings walk and man you frontin' For the people and by the people but them over money I'm on my Viola Davis here, workin' for justice How you get away with murder? Be a cop and just k** us How we supposed to not catch feelings? Innocent lives, boy we got kids in these buildings I'm on my Viola Davis, it's what you call a defense For all the drama they gave us I'm spittin' Shonda Rhimes wit Too high for you like ganja, that's what Shonda rhyme with I holla back in the Hamptons, you still black if you rich Spread love ain't just the Brooklyn way, it's universal 360 and the nine lives, whoa, what a circle [Hook: Talib Kweli] We bout to live it up We bout to give it up We bout to twist it up The startin' salary, it's hard reality Find solidarity We got our leaders too but do they leave us? Or they lead us and they see it through?