Rush lyrics

Artist  : Talib Kweli 
Song : Rush



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[Talib Kweli: repeat 16X]
Feel the
rush

[Talib over the repeated
line]
Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get
Chuck D'd, "Shut the Fuck down")
Ain't no
games being played (remember that, remember
that)
It might be the career (yo)
It might
be on the stage (yo)
It might be in the street
(yo)
But the people come to me
(why?)

[Talib Kweli]
They come to me
for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at
you
Original, and I see collective, not
individual
Visual, in the mic I'm
un-fuck-wit-able
Invincible, offical nigga who
they come to
For the hardcore, art of war,
rhymes that I got in store
Triple W in curo
son or die or
For education and culture, heads
is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli,
we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close
to my crew, we wild nice
You ain't tight, your
rhymes is like what a child writes
When he
can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like
Han-sel
Can't hold your mic, like your liquor,
your style like an Amstel
Smack a nigga til my
motherfuckin hands swell
You ain't fly and you
prolly got can-cell
Y'all niggas shaky like
handheld, amuteur camera work
In walking this
planet of earth
I'm the illest emcee and a man
of my word
When I came out, niggaz didn't
understand it at first
I'm known to roll up my
sleeves and put my hands in the dirt
We at war
and I got a battle plan that can work
With the
proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right
You
get hit like a deer standin' still in the
light
I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had
a meal in my life
Feed my family with my pen,
it's so real what I write

[Bridge]
We
fight, fuck, get buckwild
Kill, chill, make
love, have child
Freestyle, b-boy, hit the
block
Build, destroy, get it hot

Yo, I
make the place go apeshit (c'mon)
Ain't no
other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play
with
I'm Langston Hughes, "Dreams Deferred"
seen and heard in the flesh
Cause so many
people believe the word even when it seems
absurd
With keen observation I peep the
game
And got blood on his hands, I can see the
stains
My street slang spray like shots when
heat bang out
Niggas keep my name in they
mouth, I put they flame out
Where I'm from,
action is first and talk is second
I'm sharp
like the blade in the logo of Rawkus
Records
New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on
the mix-tape
Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin'
they can fuck with big weight
Hell no, give it
up, it's enough
We about to live it up, with
ten of us
We ride and you live with us
Pick
it up, party people, you about to get in
touch
Give it up, everybody, you about to get
a rush
You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a
Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch
Get it up,
everybody, you about to get in touch
Give it
up, everybody, you about to get a rush
(whooo!)

[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah
Quality
material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard
it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by
now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from
Brooklyn, New York City
Yeah, turn this shit
up
It's Quality music
You know how we use
it
Feel the rush

[Talib Kweli: repeat
to end]
Feel the rush