[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] 
Feel the rush 
 
 
[Thanks to  DubbleR88@aol.com  for these lyrics]