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Viewing Lyrics for Hater Players:
| | | Artist: | Black Star |
| | Album: | Definiton Single | | Track: | Hater Players | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 5 | | | | Lyrics: | Kweli]
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 kitty,
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]
Visions occupy my semantic'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
I grab my pay, 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, Claerance 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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