Mos Def - Hater Players Lyrics
[mos def]People keep askin me, wheres the underground?Theres mad talented cats underground with that raw shitYa know whatm sayin?Bringin the raw skills.Ya know what Im sayin? really...To me, its a small wonder, like vicki, why Im pickyThese niggas suck like hickiesAnd still get the shit they slip in like mickiesIm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulatorsWith the flavors like a farm team *****ing with the majorsLike a river how I run through it, I do it so coldFreezin up your bodily fluids, your style is oldYou runnin your mouth, but dont really know what you be talkin aboutYou should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitnessNow get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witnessIm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clotsMy point is, your flow can stop!By all means, you need more practice, take that ass homeEverybody lookin at you, fish tanks and dromeIn full effect, I stay catchin lyrical repAnd keep it blacker than the back of your neckWhat you expect, that shits hollerinCause we developin the followinGettin played like ? stones? off tapes and ? dollar vans?Ill reverse you, universal, your demise is firstBefore your rise gets worseYou need a night nurse like gregory, beggin meStop it hurts, what you say to me?Like thats supposed to mean somethingYou dont wanna scene, frontin in the clubYour actin, I dont buy it, I got the dubCome 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 spaceCommand and shake, to illustrate my minds landscapeThe tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridgesThickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridgesPresence of hilltops, lit up with tree topsEavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nineStones in orbit, refuse to forfeitThey all form a cipher, and they came to observe itI follow suit, and face it, embrace itShinin bright, but still Im careful not to waste itDestined to rise, because Im basement adjacentSpirit is still so just chill and be patientSome heads approach like Im the one to base withClowns about, screamin but dont say shitI aint your student so I aint to be testedIm majestic, I represent my strength without ? epitmass?Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocksMy serious synopsis will drop kick, my topicsRun the gauntlets and galvanize the audienceI must represent, I dont come off with no corninessIm all luminary, despite commentarySome people say, mos how you get so?My sign will make you jump around like calypsoAnd murmur to yourself like a schizoThere aint no bottom on the ? ? ?Chorus[talib kweli]Come on, come on, come on, come on. here we go. blackstar, hop on theBlackstar line. we bout to take yall home. ya know what I mean? here weGo...We got all markets on lockFrom meat to stockBlackstar, what? throwin like head rock in barsMen flock to where we are, cause its the place to beGrab my paint, jump on stage and deface emceesWe sell our souls like spawn and come for the drone I sit uponFreestyle or written songs so we can get it on!Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the trackPassin the mics like quarterbacksOf course its phat, get off of that!Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whackGot fear of being called a hater, imagine that! we aint havin thatWe just passed the star status that your grabbin atMy battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitatSo floss, cause what it costs aint worth it to meCause Im the one these spice girl emcees wanna beBut they cant, aint no points forever, so why bother?Cause your girl calls my name out like claerance carter, claeranceCarter, clarence carter!? ! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)Aiyyo, as we rock harderAnd always drop the bonified head noddersAiyyo, later for the hater-playersYo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-playersChorusBlackstar keeps shiningChorusBlackstar keeps shining
