The Thrill Is Back

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Hook] The thrill is (The thrill is gone) [Verse 1: Styles P] (I feel it coming back though I mean it’s back, really though, you know) The thrill is gone, I think it's coming back 40 below, bubble coats and a lot of struggle rap (New York, New York) Back in the days I used to juggle crack Met real hip hop and fell in love with that And the money along with it But what’s a good time without hearing a song with it? Used to wonder where the did the culture go If it left did it go where it's supposed to go? Good question, no answer Living slow, more like Jo Jo Dancer No sniffing, no burning up If he ain’t turn the mic on how the hell he turning up? Design of my mind is so intricate Smoke, make the rhyme up, not hard to think of it Ill writer with no ink pen Walter White of the bars, you Jesse Pinkman [Hook] [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] (Your style is played out) We shining brighter than the lights on a cityscape (New York) Something's wrong, the thrill is gone like Biggie say Start a revolt like Diddy, nope, I’m not kidding With a targets, they leaving in a scope like Fifty The slave mentality over, we think bolder I finally kept the craft, now I’m killing these King Cobras They try to take the crown, but they drown in they own blood The next time the dudes came around they showed love (Where the love?) The heart is a house for love, but where your furnishings Complaining about the game, but still voting with your purchases Burning it, I murder the tournament that determine it For the market and they slobbin’ on the knob that we turn it with (Turn it up) The bars make you follow the stars, I’m like Copernicus The Gods flying up to the firmaments to feel the turbulence The bullets gonna hit you from the pistols that they burnish Got you praying for tourniquets, hoping that the scar ain’t permanent Come on, man [Hook]