Black Star — Hater Players

[Intro: Talib Kweli] 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 Nah'msayin'? Bringin' them raw skills, nah'msayin'? [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] 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 these hater-players Bring on the regulators with the flavors Like a farm team fuckin' 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 MC's wanna test me like litmus Bear witness; I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots My point is, your flow gets stopped! 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 wreck And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect? MC's 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 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 [Verse 2: Mos Def] Visions occupy my synaptic space Command and shape, to illustrate my mind's landscape The tall grass, the low plains, the mountainous 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 son, will make you jump around like calypso And, murmur to yourself like a schizo There ain't no bottom on the ??? [Bridge: Talib Kweli] Come on, come on, come on, come on Here we go, Black Star, hop on the Black Star line We 'bout to take y'all home Nah'msayin'? Here we go [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] 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 it's the place to be I grab my pay, jump on stage and deface MC's We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the throne I sit upon Freestyle or written songs, shit, we can get it on! Goin' back and forth, forth and back, all across the track Passin the mics like quarterbacks Of course, it's phat, get off of that! Reverse psychology got 'em scared to say when shit is whack Out of fear of bein' 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 (Why?) 'Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl MC's wanna be 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') A-yo, as we rock harder And always drop the bonafide head-nodders A-yo, later for the hater-players Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players [Outro: Mos Def] Black Star keeps shinin' Black Star keeps shinin' Black Star keeps shinin' Black Star keeps shinin'