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(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)< i> Feel the rush (Talib over the repeated line)< i> 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)< i> 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)< i> 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)< i> 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)< i> Feel the rush |
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