[{"id":14560938,"name":"02. Talib Kweli - Rush","trackName":"02. Talib Kweli - Rush","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quality","duration":222.51102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\nIt might be the career (yo)\nIt might be on the stage (yo)\nIt might be in the street (yo)\nBut the people come to me (why?)\n\n(Talib Kweli)\nThey come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\nOriginal, and I see collective, not individual\nVisual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\nInvincible, offical nigga who they come to\nFor the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\nTriple W in curo son or die or\nFor education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\nDo the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\nNobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\nYou ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\nWhen he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\nCan't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\nSmack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\nYou ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\nY'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\nIn walking this planet of earth\nI'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\nWhen I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\nI'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\nWe at war and I got a battle plan that can work\nWith the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\nYou get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\nI'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\nFeed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n(Bridge)\nWe fight, fuck, get buckwild\nKill, chill, make love, have child\nFreestyle, b-boy, hit the block\nBuild, destroy, get it hot\n\nYo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\nAin't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\nI'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\nCause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\nWith keen observation I peep the game\nAnd got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\nMy street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\nNiggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\nWhere I'm from, action is first and talk is second\nI'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\nNew York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\nGot Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\nHell no, give it up, it's enough\nWe about to live it up, with ten of us\nWe ride and you live with us\nPick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\nYou can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\nGet it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n(Xzibit)\nYeah, yeah\nQuality material\nYo, check this out\nYeah, you heard it\nKweli\nYou don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\nBroadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\nYeah, turn this shit up\nIt's Quality music\nYou know how we use it\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\nFeel the rush","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 02. Talib Kweli - Rush\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Quality\n  duration_ms: 222511\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib over the repeated line)\n  Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\n  Ain't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\n  It might be the career (yo)\n  It might be on the stage (yo)\n  It might be in the street (yo)\n  But the people come to me (why?)\n\n  (Talib Kweli)\n  They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\n  Original, and I see collective, not individual\n  Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\n  Invincible, offical nigga who they come to\n  For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\n  Triple W in curo son or die or\n  For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\n  Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\n  Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\n  You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\n  When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\n  You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\n  I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\n  Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n  (Bridge)\n  We fight, fuck, get buckwild\n  Kill, chill, make love, have child\n  Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block\n  Build, destroy, get it hot\n\n  Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\n  Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\n  I'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\n  Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\n  With keen observation I peep the game\n  And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\n  My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\n  Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\n  Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second\n  I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\n  New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\n  Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\n  Hell no, give it up, it's enough\n  We about to live it up, with ten of us\n  We ride and you live with us\n  Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\n  You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\n  Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Quality material\n  Yo, check this out\n  Yeah, you heard it\n  Kweli\n  You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\n  Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\n  Yeah, turn this shit up\n  It's Quality music\n  You know how we use it\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\n  Feel the rush\n"},{"id":1623274,"name":"Rush","trackName":"Rush","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quality (Explicit Version)","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\nIt might be the career (yo)\nIt might be on the stage (yo)\nIt might be in the street (yo)\nBut the people come to me (why?)\n\n(Talib Kweli)\nThey come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\nOriginal, and I see collective, not individual\nVisual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\nInvincible, offical nigga who they come to\nFor the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\nTriple W in curo son or die or\nFor education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\nDo the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\nNobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\nYou ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\nWhen he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\nCan't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\nSmack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\nYou ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\nY'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\nIn walking this planet of earth\nI'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\nWhen I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\nI'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\nWe at war and I got a battle plan that can work\nWith the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\nYou get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\nI'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\nFeed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n(Bridge)\nWe fight, fuck, get buckwild\nKill, chill, make love, have child\nFreestyle, b-boy, hit the block\nBuild, destroy, get it hot\n\nYo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\nAin't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\nI'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\nCause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\nWith keen observation I peep the game\nAnd got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\nMy street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\nNiggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\nWhere I'm from, action is first and talk is second\nI'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\nNew York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\nGot Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\nHell no, give it up, it's enough\nWe about to live it up, with ten of us\nWe ride and you live with us\nPick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\nYou can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\nGet it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n(Xzibit)\nYeah, yeah\nQuality material\nYo, check this out\nYeah, you heard it\nKweli\nYou don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\nBroadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\nYeah, turn this shit up\nIt's Quality music\nYou know how we use it\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\nFeel the rush","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rush\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Quality (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib over the repeated line)\n  Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\n  Ain't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\n  It might be the career (yo)\n  It might be on the stage (yo)\n  It might be in the street (yo)\n  But the people come to me (why?)\n\n  (Talib Kweli)\n  They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\n  Original, and I see collective, not individual\n  Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\n  Invincible, offical nigga who they come to\n  For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\n  Triple W in curo son or die or\n  For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\n  Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\n  Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\n  You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\n  When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\n  You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\n  I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\n  Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n  (Bridge)\n  We fight, fuck, get buckwild\n  Kill, chill, make love, have child\n  Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block\n  Build, destroy, get it hot\n\n  Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\n  Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\n  I'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\n  Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\n  With keen observation I peep the game\n  And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\n  My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\n  Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\n  Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second\n  I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\n  New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\n  Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\n  Hell no, give it up, it's enough\n  We about to live it up, with ten of us\n  We ride and you live with us\n  Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\n  You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\n  Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Quality material\n  Yo, check this out\n  Yeah, you heard it\n  Kweli\n  You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\n  Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\n  Yeah, turn this shit up\n  It's Quality music\n  You know how we use it\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\n  Feel the rush\n"},{"id":1623275,"name":"Rush","trackName":"Rush","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quality","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\nIt might be the career (yo)\nIt might be on the stage (yo)\nIt might be in the street (yo)\nBut the people come to me (why?)\n\n(Talib Kweli)\nThey come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\nOriginal, and I see collective, not individual\nVisual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\nInvincible, offical nigga who they come to\nFor the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\nTriple W in curo son or die or\nFor education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\nDo the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\nNobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\nYou ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\nWhen he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\nCan't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\nSmack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\nYou ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\nY'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\nIn walking this planet of earth\nI'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\nWhen I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\nI'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\nWe at war and I got a battle plan that can work\nWith the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\nYou get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\nI'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\nFeed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n(Bridge)\nWe fight, fuck, get buckwild\nKill, chill, make love, have child\nFreestyle, b-boy, hit the block\nBuild, destroy, get it hot\n\nYo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\nAin't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\nI'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\nCause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\nWith keen observation I peep the game\nAnd got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\nMy street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\nNiggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\nWhere I'm from, action is first and talk is second\nI'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\nNew York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\nGot Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\nHell no, give it up, it's enough\nWe about to live it up, with ten of us\nWe ride and you live with us\nPick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\nYou can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\nGet it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n(Xzibit)\nYeah, yeah\nQuality material\nYo, check this out\nYeah, you heard it\nKweli\nYou don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\nBroadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\nYeah, turn this shit up\nIt's Quality music\nYou know how we use it\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\nFeel the rush","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rush\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Quality\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib over the repeated line)\n  Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\n  Ain't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\n  It might be the career (yo)\n  It might be on the stage (yo)\n  It might be in the street (yo)\n  But the people come to me (why?)\n\n  (Talib Kweli)\n  They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\n  Original, and I see collective, not individual\n  Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\n  Invincible, offical nigga who they come to\n  For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\n  Triple W in curo son or die or\n  For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\n  Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\n  Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\n  You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\n  When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\n  You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\n  I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\n  Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n  (Bridge)\n  We fight, fuck, get buckwild\n  Kill, chill, make love, have child\n  Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block\n  Build, destroy, get it hot\n\n  Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\n  Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\n  I'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\n  Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\n  With keen observation I peep the game\n  And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\n  My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\n  Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\n  Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second\n  I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\n  New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\n  Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\n  Hell no, give it up, it's enough\n  We about to live it up, with ten of us\n  We ride and you live with us\n  Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\n  You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\n  Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Quality material\n  Yo, check this out\n  Yeah, you heard it\n  Kweli\n  You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\n  Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\n  Yeah, turn this shit up\n  It's Quality music\n  You know how we use it\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\n  Feel the rush\n"},{"id":19690885,"name":"Rush","trackName":"Rush","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quality","duration":225.783833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\nIt might be the career (yo)\nIt might be on the stage (yo)\nIt might be in the street (yo)\nBut the people come to me (why?)\n\n(Talib Kweli)\nThey come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\nOriginal, and I see collective, not individual\nVisual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\nInvincible, offical nigga who they come to\nFor the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\nTriple W in curo son or die or\nFor education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\nDo the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\nNobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\nYou ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\nWhen he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\nCan't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\nSmack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\nYou ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\nY'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\nIn walking this planet of earth\nI'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\nWhen I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\nI'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\nWe at war and I got a battle plan that can work\nWith the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\nYou get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\nI'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\nFeed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n(Bridge)\nWe fight, fuck, get buckwild\nKill, chill, make love, have child\nFreestyle, b-boy, hit the block\nBuild, destroy, get it hot\n\nYo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\nAin't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\nI'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\nCause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\nWith keen observation I peep the game\nAnd got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\nMy street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\nNiggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\nWhere I'm from, action is first and talk is second\nI'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\nNew York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\nGot Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\nHell no, give it up, it's enough\nWe about to live it up, with ten of us\nWe ride and you live with us\nPick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\nYou can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\nGet it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n(Xzibit)\nYeah, yeah\nQuality material\nYo, check this out\nYeah, you heard it\nKweli\nYou don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\nBroadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\nYeah, turn this shit up\nIt's Quality music\nYou know how we use it\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\nFeel the rush","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rush\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Quality\n  duration_ms: 225784\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib over the repeated line)\n  Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\n  Ain't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\n  It might be the career (yo)\n  It might be on the stage (yo)\n  It might be in the street (yo)\n  But the people come to me (why?)\n\n  (Talib Kweli)\n  They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\n  Original, and I see collective, not individual\n  Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\n  Invincible, offical nigga who they come to\n  For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\n  Triple W in curo son or die or\n  For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\n  Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\n  Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\n  You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\n  When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\n  You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\n  I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\n  Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n  (Bridge)\n  We fight, fuck, get buckwild\n  Kill, chill, make love, have child\n  Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block\n  Build, destroy, get it hot\n\n  Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\n  Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\n  I'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\n  Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\n  With keen observation I peep the game\n  And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\n  My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\n  Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\n  Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second\n  I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\n  New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\n  Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\n  Hell no, give it up, it's enough\n  We about to live it up, with ten of us\n  We ride and you live with us\n  Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\n  You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\n  Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Quality material\n  Yo, check this out\n  Yeah, you heard it\n  Kweli\n  You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\n  Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\n  Yeah, turn this shit up\n  It's Quality music\n  You know how we use it\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\n  Feel the rush\n"},{"id":21782949,"name":"Rush","trackName":"Rush","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quailty","duration":222.51102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\nIt might be the career (yo)\nIt might be on the stage (yo)\nIt might be in the street (yo)\nBut the people come to me (why?)\n\n(Talib 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people, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\n  You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\n  Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Quality material\n  Yo, check this out\n  Yeah, you heard it\n  Kweli\n  You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\n  Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City\n  Yeah, turn this shit up\n  It's Quality music\n  You know how we use it\n  Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\n  Feel the rush\n"},{"id":13141885,"name":"Rush","trackName":"Rush","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quality (Euro Retail)","duration":222.5185,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, 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When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\n  You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\n  I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\n  Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n  (Bridge)\n  We fight, fuck, get buckwild\n  Kill, chill, make love, have child\n  Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block\n  Build, destroy, get it hot\n\n  Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\n  Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\n  I'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\n  Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\n  With keen observation I peep the game\n  And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\n  My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\n  Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\n  Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second\n  I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\n  New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\n  Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\n  Hell no, give it up, it's enough\n  We about to live it up, with ten of us\n  We ride and you live with us\n  Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\n  You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\n  Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\n  Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n  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still in the light\nI'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\nFeed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write\n\n(Bridge)\nWe fight, fuck, get buckwild\nKill, chill, make love, have child\nFreestyle, b-boy, hit the block\nBuild, destroy, get it hot\n\nYo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon)\nAin't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with\nI'm Langston Hughes, \"Dreams Deferred\" seen and heard in the flesh\nCause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd\nWith keen observation I peep the game\nAnd got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\nMy street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\nNiggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\nWhere I'm from, action is first and talk is second\nI'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\nNew York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\nGot Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\nHell no, give it up, it's enough\nWe about to live it up, with ten of 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Feel the rush\n\n  (Talib Kweli: repeat to end)\n  Feel the rush\n"},{"id":10272571,"name":"Rush (explicit)","trackName":"Rush (explicit)","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Quality","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)\nFeel the rush\n\n(Talib over the repeated line)\nYeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, \"Shut the Fuck down\")\nAin't no games being played (remember that, remember that)\nIt might be the career (yo)\nIt might be on the stage (yo)\nIt might be in the street (yo)\nBut the people come to me (why?)\n\n(Talib Kweli)\nThey come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you\nOriginal, and I see collective, not individual\nVisual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\nInvincible, offical nigga who they come to\nFor the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\nTriple W in curo son or die or\nFor education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\nDo the album with Kweli, we do it like 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Original, and I see collective, not individual\n  Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able\n  Invincible, offical nigga who they come to\n  For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store\n  Triple W in curo son or die or\n  For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\n  Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\n  Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\n  You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\n  When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the 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believe the word even when it seems absurd\nWith keen observation I peep the game\nAnd got blood on his hands, I can see the stains\nMy street slang spray like shots when heat bang out\nNiggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out\nWhere I'm from, action is first and talk is second\nI'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records\nNew York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape\nGot Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight\nHell no, give it up, it's enough\nWe about to live it up, with ten of us\nWe ride and you live with us\nPick it up, party people, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush\nYou can find Kweli in the cut,\nwth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch\nGet it up, everybody, you about to get in touch\nGive it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)\n\n(Xzibit)\nYeah, yeah\nQuality material\nYo, check this out\nYeah, you heard it\nKweli\nYou don't know how to say it by now, fuck you\nBroadcastin' 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Triple W in curo son or die or\n  For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to\n  Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to\n  Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice\n  You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes\n  When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel\n  Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel\n  Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell\n  You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell\n  Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work\n  In walking this planet of earth\n  I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word\n  When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first\n  I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt\n  We at war and I got a battle plan that can work\n  With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right\n  You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light\n  I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life\n  Feed my family with my pen, it's so 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