2000 Seasons

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Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death
Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes
That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us
Will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?

The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Our movement

I'm not a human being into no spiritual shit
Spiritual re-manifested as a human that's it
When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life
Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics

Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war
Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before
Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74
I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws

The world is run by men who use laws for tools
I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu
Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]
Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces

You hear 'em on the radio babbling
But the truth is traveling with the word
As they're flying through the air like a javelin'
Unraveling like a verdict

Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court
In Babylon, let's travel on
If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live
Then from the get your ass was foul

And foul just is how you is
No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your faces
Now your clearer understanding is clearer
You had your chance for revolution

You let it pass you by that's why
I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die
Reflection getting you high
We stand our ground with the believers

The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza
No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing
Tis the season ain't no caroling

All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert
Balling through the barren land
Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand
Free falling for anything

Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves
No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help
Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else
Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming

Looking for hookups took up too much time
Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up
God bless the child that got his own shit
I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents

They the opposition stronger from competition
Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in
Completing a genocide mission like the Warren Commission
Like fathers was supposed to be missing

While our sisters were supposed to be whoring
Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring
Under gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring
Flying in friendly skies we classifying the highs

Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes
Tye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic
Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics
I'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions

Yo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion
Whatever just give me mine but caution
You've been warned for the very last time
I'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew

You gotta actually to do
Forget the drive in, drive by and drive through
You've got to get out the car humble yourself
Tilt your head back, and look at the stars

Shining over someplace very far, from where you standing
When the night is clear you understanding just who put them there
What you know about the space you get lost in
Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption

And you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like
2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding
Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading
Causing mass confusion

Drug abusing now you all caught up in institutions
At this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving
An A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases
True I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all
Different phases

It's like that y'all



Credits
Writer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Tony Louis Cottrell, Talib Kweli
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