The Killing Season

A Tribe Called Quest

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    Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
    'Cause L7 squares always making my shit list
    Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming
    The powers that be wanna devour the movement

    Tears disappear when they fall on the summer rain
    Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment
    Running across stages is a drug is like a blunt that we crumble in raw papers
    Call it the lord's name 'cause we taking it in our veins like the feeding us intravenous

    It's war and we fighting for inches and millimeters
    They try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
    If we don't give them martyrs no more, they can't defeat us
    This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces

    All these soldiers hate but I saw military training
    The force flags fly at a half mast this morning
    Take a bow, this might be your last performance

    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

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    The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny
    Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney
    Might've been racist like the waitresses up in Denny's
    Swore we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis

    Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech
    'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech

    Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne
    But veterans don't get the benefit of feelin' at home

    So maybe those projections out at Silicon
    Are what drove her to get injections made of silicone
    I swear it's the killing season
    'Cause killin' is still in season, yeah

    Louder than a three pound, voices screaming mad to boot
    It must be killing season, on the menu, strange fruit
    Whose juices fill the progress of this here very nation
    Whose states has grown bitter through justice expiration

    These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment
    Things haven't really changed or they're dormant for the moment
    Marks and scars, we own it, only made for tougher skin
    Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within

    Been on the wrong team so much, can't recognize a win
    Seems like my only crime is having melanin
    Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for
    Causes men to suffocate, I can't breathe no more

    Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally
    Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly
    Black soul bold enough, inner city cold enough
    Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up

    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
    They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

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