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The Killing Season

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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 It's like a blunt, 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 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 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 Predators 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 mad a 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 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 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 --- The Killing Season - A Tribe Called Quest and Talib Kweli

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Dexter Mills, Jarobi White, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Kanye Omari West, Talib Kweli

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November 11, 2016

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