NAS - The Season lyrics
rate me(Verse)
United States in fear
London knows I'm a phantom, South Korea knows I'm here
Posted, planted without exception
Rise 2 yo feet fo' this gravity
Nas & Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy
Sum' real nigga talkin'
This don't happen 2 often, take precaution
Liars & frauds got ya exhausted
You've been accosted
Who told you've I lost it?
I just put it down fo' a second, damn
Can the king lounge fo' a second, kick his hooves up?
Grow stubble on the face fo' once without a smooth cut?
Grow a lil gut, can't even enjoy the fruit o' my labor
Befo' they call me Luke & hand me my lightsaber
The ruler's back, ya can tell by the trumpets
Prince o' Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost 200
Get out yo chair, the season o' Nas 's here
(Hook x2)
(Dadadadada dadadadada)
The season
(Dadadadada dadadadada)
This is the season
(Verse 2)
Jay Elec doesn’t write it
HOV couldn’t write it, he vacationin'
Jungle the only brother I take shit from from
Hassan give me lines, we talk all the time
So I guess if he inspired my song it ain’t mine
Let me make this clear, they fear the gifted
Sum' say Shakespeare neva existed
Wow, now, look at the amount o' resistance
Attempts 2 chisel my face
From the mountain ya guessed it
Bitch ya guessed it
There, did I answer yo questions?
So, now that's out the way let's get back 2 my message
Now I'm forty & a lil change
Ride around, sport a new Benz, a lil Range
Havin' fun, my lil man gettin' big
He & my daughter down, when we talk it's real
Nothin' is watered down, young boy swag
I'm here today as well as the 90's
But the past life, my ass is behind me
Ignite the pyrex, tryna bite this, get Nasty Nas-itis
Arthritis when ya try 2 write this
Asking why is the Feds at my niggas?
Why the Feds at my niggas?
I know by now I should be talkin' bread, crack, & figures
But not stressin', not stressin'
I'm survivin', I'm survivin'
It's funny when I catch cops textin' & drivin'
Who questions & penalizes them?
1 day we'll have their ass in court & we'll be tryin' them
Hey yo, it's luv fo' Detroit, MoTown, Motor City
Dilla lives on, it's like he wrote it wit me
The soulful sample complements my rhyme so well
Slacks by Zegna, or YSL
Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell
Hands in the air, the season o' Nas 's here
(Hook x2)
(Dadadadada dadadadada)
The season
(Dadadadada dadadadada)
This is the season
(Outr0)
Yeah, It's that time, yeah, Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit?
Fly ladies, dope dealers & killers
Worldwide, NY, yeah, yeah, the season, yeah, this is the season
