Текст песни Hater Players

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
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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