Hater Players

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

Yes

Everyday, 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 Mickeys

I'm sick of these hater players

Bring on the regulators with the flavors

Ain't no 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' ya mouth

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

Yo, 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 yo' neck

What you expect? MCs hollerin'

'Cause we developin' the followin'

Gettin' played like 'Stone Love' tapes in 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

[Refrain: Talib Kweli]

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, 'cause I'm basement adjacent

Spirit is still, so just chill and be patient

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

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 Emporkirche

[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'mean'? Here we go

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

We got all markets on lock, from meat to stock

Black Star, what? Flowin' like Henn' 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 MCs

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 yo' ass back to yo' natural habitat

So floss, 'cause what it costs ain't worth it to me (Why?)

'Cause I'm the one that these Spice Girl MCs "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')

Ayo! As we rock harder

And always drop the bonafide head-nodders

Ayo! Later for these hater players

Yo-yo! Yo-yo! Later for these hater players

[Outro: Mos Def]

Showin' love

Black Star keeps shinin'

Black Star keeps shinin'

Black Star keeps shinin'

Black Star keeps shinin'