Hater Players Lyrics - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star - Blackstar

Yes 

Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at? 

They underground 

There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit 

Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them raw skills 

YaknowwhatI'm sayin? 

Really, to me 

It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky 

These niggas suck like hickies 

And still get to slip they shit 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 gets stoped! 

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, emcees 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 that's supposed to mean somethin? 

You the one I seen frontin in the club 

Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub 

Come on everybody, come on just show your love 

Visions occupy my synaptic space 

Command and shape, 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 absorb 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 

Spirit is still so just chill and be patient 

Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with 

Clowns about to scream and shout but don't say shh... 

I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested 

I'm 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 don't come off with no corniness 

It's 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 ??? 

Come on 

Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line 

We bout to take y'all home 

YaknowwhatImean? Here we go 

We got all markets on lock 

From meat to stock 

Black Star, what? Throwin like Kid Rock in bars 

Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be 

I grab my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees 

We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the throne I sit upon 

Freestyle or written songs, shit we can get it on! 

Going back and forth, forth and 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 

Out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that! 

We ain't 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 ain't worth it to me 

Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wannabe 

But they can't, ain't no points for effort, so why bother? 

Cause your girl calls my name out like Clarence Carter 

Clarence Carter, Clarence Carter! 

(I be strokin, that's what I be doin) 

Aiyyo, as we rock harder 

And always drop the bona-fide head nodders 

Aiyyo, later for the hater-players 

Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players 

Blackstar keeps shining