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  • Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Rush текст песни


    [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?)

    [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-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 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 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 guy can’t sell
    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’ 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

    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, 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 (whooo!)

    Yeah, yeah
    Quality material
    Yo, check this out
    Yeah, you heard it
    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

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