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"Rush" is a track by Talib Kweli, from the album Quality, released 19th November 2002. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[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 Triple-W-Nkiru-Center-dot-org 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] You 'bout to feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush Feel the rush, feel the rush
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