Temperature

Lyrics

[Intro: Zumbi] Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye [Verse 1: Zumbi] 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 day and night 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 on the soil Pimps donning 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 flow But the temperature is rising it's harder to grow, fo' sho' [Chorus] 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) 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) [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Heads up, eyes open, rest in peace headquarters Tunnel vision, most of us is rushing like a special order of Stolichnaya 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 blessed my every step, didn't 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 then confessing like a teenage drama queen We were leaning, now we're 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 [Chorus] 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) 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)