A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest - The Killing Season lyrics

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Winter in America, never knew white Christmas

'Cause elves said the squares is always making my shit list

Spring is in the air and all the flowers in bloom



The powers that be wanna devour the movement

Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain

Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment

Running across stages is a drug

It's like a brother, we crumple the 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 millimetres

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



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 at Denny's

So 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

Over dro they getting injections made of silicone

I swear it's the killing season

'Cause killin' is still in season yea



Louder than a three pound, voices screaming at ya boo

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, been 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 recognise a win

Seems like my only crime is having melanin

Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for

Causes meant 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 them sadly

Black soul old enough, inner city holdin' up

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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