Rush

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

Feel the rush (Yeah), feel the rush

Feel the rush (You get Chuck D-ed), feel the rush (I do this shit for real)

Feel the rush (Shut the fuck down), feel the rush (Ain't no games bein' played)

Feel the rush (Never that, never that), feel the rush (It might be the career)

Feel the rush (Yeah), feel the rush (It might be on the stage)

Feel the rush (Yeah), feel the rush (It might be in the street)

Feel the rush (Yeah), feel the rush (But the people come to me)

Feel the rush, (Why?) feel the rush

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you

Original, and I see collective, not individual

Visual, on the mic I'm un-fuck-with-able

Invincible, official nigga who they come to

For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store

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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 Hansel

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 canceled

Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amateur camera work

In walking this planet of earth

I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word

When I came out, niggas 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' the mic

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

[Refrain: Talib Kweli]

We fight, fuck, get buck wild

Kill, chill, make love, have child

Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block

Build, destroy, get it hot, yo

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

I make the place go apeshit (C'mon)

Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nothin' 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 (Baow)

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, niggas beefin' on the mixtape

Got nickel bag niggas 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 get in 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

With 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 (Woo)

[Interlude: 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

[Outro: Talib Kweli]

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