Lirik Lagu Hater Players - Talib Kweli & Hi Tek F/ Mos Def
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[Mos Def]People keep askin me, where's the underground?There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shitYa 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 pickyThese niggas suck like hickiesand still get the shit they slip in like MickiesI'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulatorsWith the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majorsLike a river how I run through it, I do it so coldFreezin up your bodily fluids, your style is oldYou runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin aboutYou should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitnessNow get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witnessI'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clotsMy point is, your flow can stop!By all means, you need more practice, take that ass homeEverybody lookin at you, fish tanks and dromeIn full effect, I stay catchin lyrical repAnd keep it blacker than the back of your neckWhat you expect, that shit's hollerinCause we developin the followingettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is firstBefore your rise gets worseYou need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin meStop it hurts, what you say to me?Like thats supposed to mean somethingYou don't wanna scene, frontin in the clubYour actin, I don't buy it, I got the DubCome 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 spaceCommand and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscapeThe tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridgesThickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridgesPresence of hilltops, lit up with tree topsEavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nineStones in orbit, refuse to forfeitThey all form a cipher, and they came to observe itI follow suit, and face it, embrace itShinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste itDestined to rise, because I'm basement adjacentSpirit is still so just chill and be patientSome heads approach like I'm the one to base withClowns about, screamin but don't say shitI ain't your student so I ain't to be testedI'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass?Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocksMy serious synopsis will drop kick, my topicsRun the gauntlets and galvanize the audienceI must represent, I don't come off with no corninessI'm all luminary, despite commentarySome people say, Mos how you get so?My sign will make you jump around like calypsoAnd murmur to yourself like a schizoThere ain't no bottom on the ???
Chorus
[Talib Kweli]
Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on theBlackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here wego...
We got all markets on lockFrom meat to stockBlackstar, what? throwin like head rock in barsMen flock to where we are, cause its the place to beGrab my paint, jump on stage and deface emceesWe sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit uponFreestyle or written songs so we can get it on!Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the trackPassin the mic's like quarterbacksof course its phat, get off of that!Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whackGot fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin thatWe just passed the star status that your grabbin atMy battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitatSo floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to meCause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna BeBut they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother?Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, ClaeranceCarter, Clarence Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)Aiyyo, as we rock harderAnd always drop the bonified head noddersAiyyo, later for the hater-playersYo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
To me, it's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm pickyThese niggas suck like hickiesand still get the shit they slip in like MickiesI'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulatorsWith the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majorsLike a river how I run through it, I do it so coldFreezin up your bodily fluids, your style is oldYou runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin aboutYou should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitnessNow get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witnessI'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clotsMy point is, your flow can stop!By all means, you need more practice, take that ass homeEverybody lookin at you, fish tanks and dromeIn full effect, I stay catchin lyrical repAnd keep it blacker than the back of your neckWhat you expect, that shit's hollerinCause we developin the followingettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is firstBefore your rise gets worseYou need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin meStop it hurts, what you say to me?Like thats supposed to mean somethingYou don't wanna scene, frontin in the clubYour actin, I don't buy it, I got the DubCome 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 spaceCommand and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscapeThe tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridgesThickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridgesPresence of hilltops, lit up with tree topsEavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nineStones in orbit, refuse to forfeitThey all form a cipher, and they came to observe itI follow suit, and face it, embrace itShinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste itDestined to rise, because I'm basement adjacentSpirit is still so just chill and be patientSome heads approach like I'm the one to base withClowns about, screamin but don't say shitI ain't your student so I ain't to be testedI'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass?Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocksMy serious synopsis will drop kick, my topicsRun the gauntlets and galvanize the audienceI must represent, I don't come off with no corninessI'm all luminary, despite commentarySome people say, Mos how you get so?My sign will make you jump around like calypsoAnd murmur to yourself like a schizoThere ain't no bottom on the ???
Chorus
[Talib Kweli]
Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on theBlackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here wego...
We got all markets on lockFrom meat to stockBlackstar, what? throwin like head rock in barsMen flock to where we are, cause its the place to beGrab my paint, jump on stage and deface emceesWe sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit uponFreestyle or written songs so we can get it on!Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the trackPassin the mic's like quarterbacksof course its phat, get off of that!Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whackGot fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin thatWe just passed the star status that your grabbin atMy battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitatSo floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to meCause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna BeBut they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother?Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, ClaeranceCarter, Clarence Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)Aiyyo, as we rock harderAnd always drop the bonified head noddersAiyyo, later for the hater-playersYo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
