Текст песни Temperature (feat. Talib Kweli) - Zion I , Talib Kweli
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'
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)
Heads
up,
eyes
open,
rest
in
peace
headquarters
Tunnel
vision,
most
of
us
is
rushing
like
a
special
order
of
stolen
NIA
(?)
The
block
is
hot
the
ghetto
on
fire
With
more
narc
sales
than
Avon
Barksdale
from
that
show
The
Wire
We
keep
growing
like
hair
when
you
die
Black
butterfly
on
the
rose
that's
preparing
to
fly
I
paint
a
picture
with
the
color
of
the
orchid,
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
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