Zion I - Temperature lyrics

(feat. Talib Kweli) [Zion I] Yeah, yeah, hey The cityscape where I stay is gettin hot now Unemployment is high and buildings is gettin chopped down Gold teeth populating the block Slurring slang they ignite on the lookout for cops Make the shots ring out like the liberty bell No escape from the heat that's getting hotter than hell Like the oven's on broil, with blood stains in the soil Pimped on in the colors of crown royal And little sister's got a baby on hip And her momma never home so the cycle is sick Young ballers on the court wanna play in the league But got knocked in the spot for a quarter of weed It's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes Much more to living life than emulating them hoes I try to speak truth in the form of my flows But the temperature is rising it's harder to grow, fo' sho' [Hook: x2] Gotta keep my head up (yeah) Even though I'm fed up (survival every day) Gettin' hard to eat (right) And all the drama in the street (it's gettin hot in every way) [Talib Kweli] Heads up, eyes open, rest in peace had quarters Tunnel vision, most of us is rushing [Russian?] like a special order Of stolen NIA [?] The block is hot the ghetto on fire, with more narcs sales than ave And barksdale from adshow to wire We keep growing like hair when you die Black bu*terfly on the rose that's preparing to fly I paint a picture with the color of the orquid, it's vivid Whatever kid I talk it, I spit it, I walk it, I live it God bless every step and need to go through a reverend Your boy used to gouge an eye out just to get into heaven We live between heaven and hell like John Constantine Doing crimes they confessing like a teenage drama queen We were leaning now were falling down like Michael Douglas I spit it fast, I gotta get it out, they might unplug it And try to drug us, so I stay aware and watch out for the set up Never scared to go head up, got a plan to get my bread up, and [Hook]