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Feel the rush |
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Feel the rush |
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Feel the rush |
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Yeah, I do this shit for real |
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(You get Chuck D'd, 'Shut the **** down') |
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Ain't no games being played |
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(Remember that, remember that) |
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It might be the career |
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(Yo) |
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It might be on the stage |
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(Yo) |
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It might be in the street |
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(Yo) |
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But the people come to me |
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(Why?) |
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They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit, I spit at you |
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Original, and I see collective, not individual |
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Visual, in the mic I'm un-****-wit-able |
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Invincible, official nigga who they come to |
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For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store |
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Triple W in curo son or die or or education and culture |
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Heads is waitin' for Mos to do the album with Kweli |
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We do it like we suppose to |
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Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice |
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You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes |
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When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Hansel |
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Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel |
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Smack a nigga 'til my mother****in' hands swell |
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You ain't fly and you prolly got cancel |
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Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amateur camera work |
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In walking this planet of earth |
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I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word |
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When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first |
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I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt |
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We at war and I got a battle plan that can work |
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With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right |
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You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light |
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I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life |
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Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write |
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We fight, ****, get buck wild |
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Kill, chill, make love, have child |
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Freestyle, B-boy, hit the block |
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Build, destroy, get it hot |
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Yo, I make the place go apeshit |
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(C'mon) |
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Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin' to play with |
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I'm Langston Hughes, 'Dreams Deferred' seen and heard in the flesh |
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'Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd |
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With keen observation I peep the game |
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And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains |
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My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out |
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Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out |
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Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second |
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I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records |
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New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape |
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Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can **** with big weight |
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Hell no, give it up, it's enough |
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We about to live it up, with ten of us |
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We ride and you live with us |
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Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch |
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Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush |
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You can find Kweli in the cut, with a Cohiba lit up 'bout to split a Dutch |
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Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch |
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Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush |
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(Whoo!) |
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Yeah, yeah, quality material |
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Yo, check this out |
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Yeah, you heard it |
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Kweli |
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You don't know how to say it by now, **** you |
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Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City |
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Yeah, turn this shit up |
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It's Quality music, you know how we use it |
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Feel the rush |
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Feel the rush... |