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