BIGYUKI - The k**ing Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Winter in America, never knew white Christmas 'Cause L7 squares always making my sh** 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 k**ing 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 [Hook: 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 2: Consequence] 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 k**ing season 'Cause k**in' is still in season, yeah [Verse 3: Jarobi] Louder than a three pound, voices screaming mad to boot It must be k**ing 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 [Hook: 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