Текст (слова) песни: Talib Kweli - Rush

[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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Talib Kweli - Rush [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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Rush: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/18426.html Все тексты песен: Talib Kweli » Talib Kweli - Ghetto Afterlife » Talib Kweli - Some Kind Of Wonderful » Talib Kweli - For Women » Talib Kweli - Down for the Count » Talib Kweli - Intro » Talib Kweli - Move Somethin` » Talib Kweli - Get Up » Talib Kweli - Move Somethin` » Talib Kweli - Ghetto Afterlife » Talib Kweli - Quality » Talib Kweli - Let Me See (Remix) » Talib Kweli - Good Mourning » Talib Kweli - Get By » Talib Kweli - For Women » Talib Kweli - Theives in the Night » Talib Kweli - Memories Live » Talib Kweli - Soul Rebels » Talib Kweli - Love Language » Talib Kweli - Get By » Talib Kweli - Chaos Рекомендуем скачать: » Дина Баймухаметова - Потерял Буратино сольдо... » Децл - Пятница » Дмитрий Воронков - Друг мой, ужель ты знал... » Денис Рыжов - Анти-эпитафия » Дмитрий Воронков - Шутки утренней звезды... » Дмитрий Кузьмин, Черный Лукич - Бесполезный день » Дюмин Александр - Сочи-Магадан » Давид Тухманов - Галина » Денис Голубицкий - Принишк на вранiшнiй пастелi... » Дмитрий Кимельфельд, Аркадий Лебедев - Однажды сэр Исаак Ньютон и леди Пиккадильи... » Демо - На краю света » Д.Маликов - Все как ты хотела » Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Старый новый год » Джанго - Папаган » Давид Альтман - Песенка другу » Днепров Анатолий - Любовь уходит по-английски » Дмитрий Маликов - Love story » Дмитрий Воронков - День уходящий торопя... » Дмитрий Дугинов - Антикоммунистический вальс (подражание Макаревичу) » Дмитрий Бочеко - Дом Друзей
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