Текст (слова) песни: Mos Def - Hater Players

[mos def]

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

*repeat 4x*

Chorus: *chanted in background*

Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4x*

[mos def]

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 ? ? ?

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. 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

Chorus

Blackstar keeps shining

Chorus

Blackstar keeps shining

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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 repeat 4x Chorus: chanted in background Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh repeated 4x [mos def] 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 ? ? ? 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. 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 Chorus Blackstar keeps shining Chorus Blackstar keeps shining Нравится песня? 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