Rush Lyrics - Quality - Talib Kweli

(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?) 

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(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 

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(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