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    Talib Kweli

    Hater Players

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    Добавлена 20 апреля 2013 пользователем Миша

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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
    [ Hater Players Lyrics ]
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