Rush Talib Kweli

[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
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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