Mr. S.O.S. - Seasons (instrumental) lyrics

[Intro] One two It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists We about to get into the seasons The seasons of hip hop How we gonna start it? [Masta Ace] As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast We glorified coke and smoking crack in a gla** When b-boys danced to the latest jam You could say this man was the greatest fan When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed When it blast...they must move You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop This is way before SP's...and MPC's And long before CD's and MP3's The game started to bloom and blossom And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume Growth from the rain of the previous years I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears Yeah [Deacon the Villian] As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner "f** The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans f** Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin But free speech pollination kept bee's colonizing in hives And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide Strictly 4 My n***as that were ready to die in the ride I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that sh** was beautiful [Chorus] "Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics" "Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder" "Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics" "Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old" [Kno] As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef Assumed that the worst was over Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with Tactics of the sk** impaired No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot Cause gettin signed ain't a turkey shoot No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall cla**ic discs Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn Before the bottom dropped out in 2K [SOS] By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS Now we got R&B cats stealing cla**ic rap tracks In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten Citizens open up shows for more snowmen Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves And artists themselves get treated like Elves Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya? And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder But it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo) How we gonna start?