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Talib Kweli lyrics
Talib Kweli lyrics
"Rush Lyrics"
Syndicated inc Lyrics
My whole family Loves "Three's Company" See the reruns constantly There on my TV Syndicated Incorporated Well, I know what's on the tube I know just what to see Got my TV Guide with me "MASH" and "All in the Family" "The Munsters" and "Mayberry R. F. D." I will always be busy Watching my TV
[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 co
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,
[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 nigga
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
My whole family Loves "Three's Company" See the reruns constantly There on my TV Syndicated Incorporated Well, I know what's on the tube I know just what to see Got my TV Guide with me "MASH" and "All in the Family" "The Munsters" and "Mayberry R. F. D." I will always be busy Watching my TV
[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 co
Northern Wind Lyrics
There is a wind, my Billy, and it's awful strong Come for you, and anyone who's helped you along. But I want to live, live, live and let the stars shine bright yes, I want to live, live, live and let it on alright And when that bird sings from over that silver wall I don't want to fight it, Billy, 'cause i want to go There's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change
me close to my crew, we wild niceThere is a wind, my Billy, and it's awful strong Come for you, and anyone who's helped you along. But I want to live, live, live and let the stars shine bright yes, I want to live, live, live and let it on alright And when that bird sings from over that silver wall I don't want to fight it, Billy, 'cause i want to go There's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change
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,
Bad Liver And A Broken Heart Lyrics
Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair, She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've bee
t's so real what I writeWell I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair, She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've bee
[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 nigga
Por El Suelo Esperando La Tima Ola Lyrics
Por el suelo hay una compadrita Que ya nadie se para a mirar Por el suelo hay una mamacita Que se muere de no respetar Patchamama te veo tan triste Patchamama me pongo a llorar... Esperando la a?'ma ola Cua?te no te vayas a mojar Escuchando la a?'ma rola Mamacita te invito a bailar...
z thinkin' they can fuck with big weightPor el suelo hay una compadrita Que ya nadie se para a mirar Por el suelo hay una mamacita Que se muere de no respetar Patchamama te veo tan triste Patchamama me pongo a llorar... Esperando la a?'ma ola Cua?te no te vayas a mojar Escuchando la a?'ma rola Mamacita te invito a bailar...
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