Artist: Talib Kweli Album: Gutter Rainbows Song: Cold Rain Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Let's try something new - it's been a long time comin Let's try somethin brand new - aiyyo Ski~! We overdue man, c'mon Yo who we do it for? [Talib Kweli] This is for the daytrippers and the hipsters, whores and the fashionistas Spiritual leaders practicin all the laws of attraction and teachers who readin passages from the Bhagavad Gita We bustin off Dalai Lamas or flashin heaters; the last of the boosters with the shootin, the thuggin and all the goonin and spoonin and all the croonin and coonin and auto-tunin alive You be tellin to peddle it to consumers I'm helpin them see through it Get with this new movement, let's move it! [Chorus] (Feel the cold rain) Still standin right here (Even the winter summer days) [Talib Kweli] Yeah I'm a product of Reaganomics From the blocks where they rockin to feds like Jay Electronica drop and make this a lock If you promise us where the heart is whether Jesus or Mohammad Regardless of where the Mosque is (word) They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfillin prophecy Tell me where do we stop it? Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment? Is the answer burning Qu'rans wo that we can defend Islamics? The end upon us with a hash tag, a trendin topic You take away the freedoms that we've been fightin to gain Then you disrespect the soldiers you ask them to die in vain In the desert praying for rain Our music's like a drug and they tend to take it in vein it ain't for the well-behaved The soundtrack for when you great but it's more when you felt afraid More than your average rapper, so you sort of felt the way The brain is like a cage, you a slave and that's why they lovin you This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W [Chorus] (Feel the cold rain) Still standin right here (Even the winter summer days) Yeah, yeah, I ain't goin nowhere (Feel the cold rain) Still standin right here (Even the winter summer days) Yeah [Talib Kweli] I do it for the trappers other rappers, backpackers the crackers The niggaz, the metal-packers, the victims of ghetto factories I do it for the families, citizens of humanity Emcees 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 nuttin left but the cockroaches and the freedom fighters - we 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 so clear Yeah we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare We do it so big over here that it's no fair to the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches that sneak in the game We let 'em live although they weak and they lame They poseurs and jokers promotin when they speakin my name [Chorus] (Feel the cold rain) Still standin right here (Even the winter summer days) I ain't goin nowhere (Feel the cold rain) Still standin right here (Even the winter summer days)