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Talib Kweli( Talib Kweli Greene )
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Cold Rain
Let's try something new It's been a long time coming Let me try something brand new Hey yo, Ski, what you ever do, man? Come on, yo, what we doing it for?
This is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters Whores and the fashionistas Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction The teachers who read the passages from the back of a G
That be busting off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters The last of the boosters
With the shooting, the thugging And all the booning and spooning And all the crooning, and cooning And auto-tuning, you laugh
You be telling, peddling to consumers I'm helping them to see through it Get with this new movement Let's move it
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here Even the winter, summer days
Yeah, I'm a product of Reaganomics From the blocks, what he rocking A feds like Jay Electronica
Drop and make this a lock If he promises where the heart is Whether Jesus or Mohammad Regardless of where the mosque is, word
They hope for the apocalypse Like a self-fulfilling prophecy Tell me when do we stop it? Do they ask you your religion Before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer burning Korans So that we can defend Islamics? The end upon us with a hash tag A trending topic
You take away the freedoms That we invite in the game Then you disrespect the soldiers You ask them to die in vain Into the desert praying for rain
The music's like a drug And they tend to take it to vein Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It ain't for the well-behaved
The soundtrack for when you're great But it's more for when you've felt afraid More than your average rapper So you sort of felt the way
The brain is like a cage, you a slave That's why they loving you This is the Book of Eli That starts with a K-W
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here Even the winter, summer days Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here Even the winter, summer days
I do it for the trappers, other rappers The Backpackers, the crackers The niggas, the metal-packers The victims of ghetto factories
I do it for the families, citizens of humanity Emcee's, endangered species like manatees I do it for the future of my children They the hope for the hopeless
Karma approaches We gon' be food for a flock of vultures The end of the world Ain't nothing left but the cockroaches And the freedom fighters We're freedom writers like Bob Moses
The chosen, freedom writers like Voltaire For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, yeah My obligation to my community's so clear Yeah, we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare
We do it so big over here That it's no bare To the punks, bitches, the chumps The snitches, the sneak in the game
We let them live with all They're weak and they're lame The bozo's and joker's Promoting when they're speaking my name
Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here Even the winter, summer days Feel the cold rain, still I'm standing right here Even the winter, summer days
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