Album Name

We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service

Artist

A Tribe Called Quest

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2016.11.18

Release Agency

Sony Music

The Killing Season (Feat. Kanye W... - A Tribe Called Quest
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 false 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 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 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 makes 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