[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



[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, 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!)



[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