Hater Players

<br>[talib kweli]<br><br>Yes..<br><br>Every day somebody ask me where all the real mcs is at? <br><br>They underground<br><br>Theres mad talented cats underground with that raw shit<br><br>Yaknowwhatmsayin? bringin them raw skills<br><br>Yaknowwhatim sayin? <br><br>Really, to me..<br><br><br><br>Its a small wonder, like vicki, why Im picky<br><br>These niggas suck like hickies<br><br>And still get the shit they slip in like mickies<br><br>Im sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators<br><br>With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors<br><br>Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold<br><br>Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old<br><br>You runnin your mouth, but dont really know what you be talkin about<br><br>You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!<br><br>Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness<br><br>Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness<br><br>Im like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots<br><br>My point is, your flow can stop!<br><br>By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home<br><br>Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome<br><br>In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep<br><br>And keep it blacker than the back of your neck<br><br>What you expect, that shits hollerin<br><br>Cause we developin the followin<br><br>Gettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vans<br><br>Order reverse your universe so your demise is first<br><br>Before your rise it gets worse<br><br>You need a night nurse like gregory<br><br>Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to me<br><br>Like thats supposed to mean somethin? <br><br>You the one I seen frontin in the club<br><br>Your act I dont buy it, I got the dub<br><br>Come on everybody, come on just show your love<br><br>Come on everybody, come on just show your love<br><br>Come on everybody, come on just show your love<br><br>Come on everybody, come on just show your love<br><br>Come on everybody, come on just show your love<br><br><br><br>Chorus: *chanted in background*<br><br><br><br>Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4x*<br><br><br><br>[mos def]<br><br>Visions occupy my synaptic space<br><br>Command and shake, to illustrate my minds landscape<br><br>The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges<br><br>Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges<br><br>Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops<br><br>Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine<br><br>Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit<br><br>They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it<br><br>I follow suit, and face it, embrace it<br><br>Shinin bright, but still Im careful not to waste it<br><br>Destined to rise, because Im basement adjacent<br><br>Spirit is still so just chill and be patient<br><br>Some heads approach like Im the one to base with<br><br>Clowns about to scream and shout but dont say shh..<br><br>I aint your student so I aint to be tested<br><br>Im majestic, I represent my strength without effort<br><br>My, method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks<br><br>My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics<br><br>Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience<br><br>I must represent, I dont come off with no corniness<br><br>Its all luminary, despite commentary<br><br>Some people say, mos how you get so? <br><br>My sign will make you jump around like calypso<br><br>And, murmur to yourself like a schizo<br><br>There aint no bottom on the ? ? ? <br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>[talib kweli]<br><br>Come on, come on, come on, come on<br><br>Here we go. blackstar, hop on the blackstar line<br><br>We bout to take yall home.<br><br>Yaknowwhatimean? here we go...<br><br><br><br>We got all markets on lock<br><br>From meat to stock<br><br>Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars<br><br>Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be<br><br>Grab my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees<br><br>We sell our souls like spawn and come for the drone I sit upon<br><br>Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!<br><br>Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track<br><br>Passin the mics like quarterbacks<br><br>Of course its phat, get off of that!<br><br>Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack<br><br>Out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that!<br><br>We aint havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at<br><br>My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat<br><br>So floss, cause what it costs aint worth it to me<br><br>Cause Im the one these spice girl emcees wannabe<br><br>But they cant, aint no points forever, so why bother? <br><br>Cause your girl calls my name out like clarence carter<br><br>Clarence carter, clarence carter!<br><br>(I be strokin, thats what I be doin)<br><br>Aiyyo, as we rock harder<br><br>And always drop the bonified head nodders<br><br>Aiyyo, later for the hater-players<br><br>Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>Blackstar keeps shining<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>Blackstar keeps shining