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Viewing Lyrics for Hater Players:

Artist:Talib Kweli & Hi Tek F/ Mos Def
No album artwork found
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Hater Players
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:830
 
Lyrics:[Mos Def]
People keep askin me, where's the underground?
There's mad talented cats
underground with that raw shit
Ya know what'm sayin?
Bringin the raw skills.
Ya
know what I'm sayin? Really...

To me, it's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky

These niggas suck like hickies
and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies
I'm sick
of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team fucking with
the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin up your bodily
fluids, your style is old
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin
about
You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so
swift you miss this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear
witness
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
My point is, your flow can
stop!
By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
Everybody lookin at you,
fish tanks and drome
In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
And keep it blacker than
the back of your neck
What you expect, that shit's hollerin
Cause we developin the
followin
gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?
I'll reverse you,
universal, your demise is first
Before your rise gets worse
You need a night nurse like
Gregory, beggin me
Stop it hurts, what you say to me?
Like thats supposed to mean
something
You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club
Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the
Dub
Come on everybody, come on and show your love
*repeat 4X*

Chorus: *chanted
in background*

Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*

[Mos Def]
Visions
occupy my synaptic's space
Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall
grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the
bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of
sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to
observe it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not
to waste it
Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just chill
and be patient
Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about, screamin
but don't say shit
I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent
my strength without ?Epitmass?
Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
My serious
synopsis will drop kick, my topics
Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
I must
represent, I don't come off with no corniness
I'm all luminary, despite commentary
Some
people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around like calypso
And murmur
to yourself like a schizo
There ain't no bottom on the ???

Chorus

[Talib
Kweli]

Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the

Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here we
go...

We
got all markets on lock
From meat to stock
Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in
bars
Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be
Grab my paint, jump on stage and
deface emcees
We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
Freestyle or
written songs so we can get it on!
Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track

Passin the mic's like quarterbacks
of course its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology
got em scared to say when shit is whack
Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We
ain't havin that
We just passed the star status that your grabbin at
My battle raps blast
your ass back to your natural habitat
So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me

Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna Be
But they can't, ain't no points forever, so
why bother?
Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance
Carter,
Clarence Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock harder
And
always drop the bonified head nodders
Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo,
later for these hater-players

Chorus

Blackstar keeps shining


Chorus

Blackstar keeps shining
 
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