Текст песни Talib Kweli - Hater Players, слова песни Talib Kweli

Текст песни Talib Kweli - Hater Players

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[Talib Kweli]Yes..Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC`s is at?They undergroundThere`s mad talented cats underground with that raw shitYaknowwhat`msayin? Bringin them raw skillsYaknowwhatI`m sayin? Really, to me..It`s a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I`m pickyThese niggas suck like hickiesand still get the shit they slip in like MickiesI`m sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulatorsWith the flavors like a farm team fucking 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 don`t 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 witnessI`m 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 tank syndromeIn full effect, I stay catchin lyrical repAnd keep it blacker than the back of your neckWhat you expect, that shit`s hollerinCause we developin the followinGettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vansOrder reverse your universe so your demise is firstBefore your rise it gets worseYou need a night nurse like GregoryBeggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to meLike that`s supposed to mean somethin?You the one I seen frontin in the clubYour act I don`t buy it, I got the dubCome on everybody, come on just show your loveCome on everybody, come on just show your loveCome on everybody, come on just show your loveCome on everybody, come on just show your loveCome on everybody, come on just show your loveChorus: *chanted in background*Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*[Mos Def]Visions occupy my synaptic spaceCommand and shake, to illustrate my mind`s 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 I`m careful not to waste itDestined to rise, because I`m basement adjacentSpirit is still so just chill and be patientSome heads approach like I`m the one to base withClowns about to scream and shout but don`t say shh..I ain`t your student so I ain`t to be testedI`m majestic, I represent my strength without effortMy, method is unorthodox, but of course it rocksMy serious synopsis will drop kick, my topicsrun the gauntlets and galvanize the audienceI must represent, I don`t come off with no corninessIt`s 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 ain`t no bottom on the ???Chorus[Talib Kweli]Come on, come on, come on, come onHere we go. Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar lineWe bout to take y`all home. YaknowwhatImean? Here we go...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 mic`s like quarterbacksof course its phat, get off of that!Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whackout of fear of being called a hater, imagine that!We ain`t havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin atMy battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitatSo floss, cause what it costs ain`t worth it to meCause I`m the one these Spice Girl emcees WannabeBut they can`t, ain`t no points forever, so why bother?Cause your girl calls my name out like Clarence CarterClarence Carter, Clarence Carter!(I be strokin, that`s 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

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Hater Players

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