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Artist: A Tribe Called Quest f/ Consequence, Talib Kweli, Kanye West
Album:  We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Song:   The Killing Season
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Cedmaster3K, Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Verse One: Talib Kweli]
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 bloomin'
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
Runnin' across stages is a drug, is like a blunt 
That we crumble in raw papers call it the lord's name 
'Cause we takin' 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 they saw was 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

[Chorus: Kanye West]
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
 
[Verse Two: Consequence]
The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny
Turned 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 (Semis)
Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech (Speech)
'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech (Screech)
Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne (Throne)
But veterans don't get the benefit of feelin' at home (At home)
So maybe those projections out at Silicon (con)
are what drove her to get injections made of silicone
I swear it's the killing season
'Cause killin' is still in season, yeah

[Verse Three: Jarobi]
Louder than a three-pound, voices screamin mad to boot
It must be killin season, on the menu strange fruit
Whose used to fill the progress of this here very nation
Whose stasis 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

[Chorus: Kanye West]
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