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Les paroles de Rush
| | | Artiste: | Talib Kweli |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | Rush | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 60 fois | | | | Paroles: | [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, 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]
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]
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