Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: BlackstarНазвание : Hater PlayersДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop heavy metal death metal hip hop rap Видео:
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[talib kweli] Yes.. Every day somebody ask me where all the real mcs is at? They underground Theres mad talented cats underground with that raw shit Yaknowwhatmsayin? bringin them raw skills Yaknowwhatim sayin? Really, to me.. Its a small wonder, like vicki, why Im picky These niggas suck like hickies And still get the shit they slip in like mickies Im 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 dont 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 Im 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 tank syndrome In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect, that shits hollerin Cause we developin the followin Gettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vans Order reverse your universe so your demise is first Before your rise it gets worse You need a night nurse like gregory Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to me Like thats supposed to mean somethin? You the one I seen frontin in the club Your act I dont buy it, I got the dub Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Chorus: *chanted in background* Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4x* [mos def] Visions occupy my synaptic space Command and shake, to illustrate my minds 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 Im careful not to waste it Destined to rise, because Im basement adjacent Spirit is still so just chill and be patient Some heads approach like Im the one to base with Clowns about to scream and shout but dont say shh.. I aint your student so I aint to be tested Im majestic, I represent my strength without effort My, 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 dont come off with no corniness Its 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 aint 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 yall home. Yaknowwhatimean? 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 mics like quarterbacks Of course its phat, get off of that! Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack Out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We aint havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat So floss, cause what it costs aint worth it to me Cause Im the one these spice girl emcees wannabe But they cant, aint no points forever, so why bother? Cause your girl calls my name out like clarence carter Clarence 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 | Похожие исполнители:
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