Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hater Players, artist - Black Star. Album song Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Hater Players |
People keep askin me, wheres the underground? |
Theres mad talented cats underground with that raw shit |
Ya know whatm sayin? |
Bringin the raw skills. |
Ya know what Im 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 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 shits hollerin |
Cause we developin the followin |
Gettin played like? |
stones? |
off tapes and? |
dollar vans? |
Ill 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 dont wanna scene, frontin in the club |
Your actin, I dont buy it, I got the dub |
Come on everybody, come on and show your love |
Chorus: *chanted in background* |
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4x* |
Visions occupy my synaptics 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, screamin but dont say shit |
I aint your student so I aint to be tested |
Im 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 dont come off with no corniness |
Im 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? |
?? |
Come on, come on, come on, come on. |
here we go. |
blackstar, hop on the |
Blackstar line. |
we bout to take yall 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 mics 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 aint 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 aint worth it to me |
Cause Im the one these spice girl emcees wanna be But they cant, aint 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 |
Blackstar keeps shining |
Blackstar keeps shining |