The Killing Season (Explicit) - A Tribe Called Quest/Ye (侃爷)/Consequence/Talib Kweli

Written by：Kamaal Fareed

Winter in America never knew white Christmas

L center squares always making my sh*t list

Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming

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 **

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

Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders

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

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 Silicone

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 strangefruit

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