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Mos Def - Hater Players lyrics
[Mos Def] People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really... To me, it's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like hickies and still get the shit they slip 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 can stop! By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect, that shit's hollerin Cause we developin the followin gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans? I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first Before your rise gets worse You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me Stop it hurts, what you say to me? Like thats supposed to mean something You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub Come 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 synap |
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