Kolors

[Verse 1: Gipp]

Photographs are like mirrors

They can hold a body for a moment

I grew up on four corners

But jumped in in a circle

$100 grand on a fuck nigga head

Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread

Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers

You know how your friends are

They'll eat your whole box of Pringles

Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car

Walk past you in a crowded room

You conceited bastard, you

I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for

Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for

Lucille Ball on the seashore

Expecting more out of niggas

Tell me the truth

Tell me how it really go

You don't have to say it no more

You on that different type of shit

That extraordinary shit

That shit that I don't understand

But I ain't gon' say it no more

Kolors

[Verse 2: Cee-Lo]

You see black and white is the color of business

And now my dress shoes are dirty and discolored from going the distance

But for the right dollar sign, I do a white color crime

'Cause I don't need cash, I don't need credit

Now there I've said it, yay

And I spell kolors with a K

But although my outfit is a flamer

I'm not a banger, I'm simply dressed in disclaimer

To save the life of a stranger

Uh, poor thing, you didn't know that you were in danger

So now that you understand why I can't be understated

Why this collaboration has to be completely kolor coordinated

'Cause when you see a fin flag fall, that's all it took

Didn't see the face of who did it, but the kolor was so vivid

Then you feel it, you owe it, then get quoted

Go out and catch it and kill it and vow to never forget it

It's a prison, not a paradise to pass through and visit

Capitol Road and Carson and Compton are completely committed

And if you live it, you better love it

Because they will push the line in public

Can't be bangin' on a budget

You sweet banging on the subject

Where I'm from the red lights mean go

Two more teenagers in white tee's mean blow

And wherever you go, no means no

And I gotta speed up for you to be like, "Oh, he ain't slow"

And now somebody else dead, because, yo, he ain't know

Well so he ain’t low

[Verse 3: T-Mo]

I was born in the red states

Where pale face contemplate

Every single day

Oh, how to keep colored folk in their place?

Suspended animation

Like a black bear hibernatin'

Vital functions near death

While the world awaits, I'm awakening

That was me in solidarity

Solitary bandana

Eating, fishing bricks

Representing that southwest Atlanta

I stay ' upset

My whole team bleeds

My Hawks, Falcons, Bulldogs

What more proof do you need?

Soundtrack number one

America's dying slowly

We sacrifice blood

'Cause we different hemoglobin

The quest for green got you irate

Yellow stripes down your back

But once you travel that road

It ain't no turning back

Kolors

[Verse 4: Khujo]

Music is kolor, a range of hues

B.B. King sang the blues

Shades and tones and sonic odes

Instruments play the sounds infused

Melodic harmonies to a gangsta tune

The base goes boom to fill the room

Everything is black in the Cadillac

Symbolizin' power when the roof will shake

Hit the red line, it's an earthquake

Through quiet times with the rhymes of a force

Who can open your mind and lay it down

At the same time, come from behind

On your TV screen right before your eyes

You're hypnotized in a beautiful way

Watch the flowers bloom, it's lovely day

It's a mix show, you can have it your way

Till the trumpets play and the DJs break

It's a quiet storm right in front of your face

Hear the record spin, my saving grace

And the music been staying in my place

In the rat race, I'm a basket case

With no tools in the air, no time to waste

No time to waste

Kolors