2000 Seasons
Talib Kweli
GENRE
[Intro]
Yeah, Hi-Tek, watch me
For whom do we aspire to reflect our own people’s death?
For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony? In what hopes?
That the destroyers, aspiring to extinguish us
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such dreams is dead
Killed by the saviors of his dreams
Armah, Two Thousand Seasons
[Verse 1]
I'm not a human being getting on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it
Whеn I spit, I spray thoughts that's representing my lifе
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 law
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
But I come through, war tactics like Shaka Zulu
MCs is soft like Play-Doh, I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces
Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm painting, the masterpieces
You hear 'em on the radio babbling
But he truth is traveling with the word I sent 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 thinkin' 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 understanding is clearer
You had your chance for revolution, you let it pass you by
That's why I'm dissing wack MCs until 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
[Verse 2]
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 delf, needed daily affirmations of self help
Yo, it's right in front your grill, stop looking everywhere else
Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming and looking for hookups
It took up too much time, you 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
Savin' for a rainy day, money is pouring
Under grey clouds, black butterflies still be soaring
Flying in the friendly skies, we classifying the highs
Blood be flowing through the streets like crimson tide in my eyes
The Thai 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, the desert is absorption
You sucked in and you stuck in off America freezing for like 2,000 seasons
And 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&R told me that I use too many catch phrases
True, I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages
All different phases
[Outro]
Like that, y'all
It's like this, y'all
Ya don't stop
Keep it goin', y'all
Reflection, y'all
We freak it like this
Ya don't stop
Here we go, y'all
Homeskillet, y'all
Wanna battle, y'all
Ya don't stop
Brother Rich, y'all
Brooklyn, y'all
Cincinnati, y'all
We don't quit
We don't stop, y'all
Hi-Tek, y'all
It's the Reflection, y'all
We don't stop, y'all
Hi-Tek, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Hi-Tek, y'all
Yeah, yeah
Here we go, y'all
Uh, uh
It's the— It's the—
It's the— It's the—
It's the Reflection
Yeah, Hi-Tek, watch me
For whom do we aspire to reflect our own people’s death?
For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony? In what hopes?
That the destroyers, aspiring to extinguish us
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such dreams is dead
Killed by the saviors of his dreams
Armah, Two Thousand Seasons
[Verse 1]
I'm not a human being getting on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it
Whеn I spit, I spray thoughts that's representing my lifе
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 law
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
But I come through, war tactics like Shaka Zulu
MCs is soft like Play-Doh, I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces
Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm painting, the masterpieces
You hear 'em on the radio babbling
But he truth is traveling with the word I sent 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 thinkin' 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 understanding is clearer
You had your chance for revolution, you let it pass you by
That's why I'm dissing wack MCs until 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
[Verse 2]
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 delf, needed daily affirmations of self help
Yo, it's right in front your grill, stop looking everywhere else
Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming and looking for hookups
It took up too much time, you 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
Savin' for a rainy day, money is pouring
Under grey clouds, black butterflies still be soaring
Flying in the friendly skies, we classifying the highs
Blood be flowing through the streets like crimson tide in my eyes
The Thai 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, the desert is absorption
You sucked in and you stuck in off America freezing for like 2,000 seasons
And 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&R told me that I use too many catch phrases
True, I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages
All different phases
[Outro]
Like that, y'all
It's like this, y'all
Ya don't stop
Keep it goin', y'all
Reflection, y'all
We freak it like this
Ya don't stop
Here we go, y'all
Homeskillet, y'all
Wanna battle, y'all
Ya don't stop
Brother Rich, y'all
Brooklyn, y'all
Cincinnati, y'all
We don't quit
We don't stop, y'all
Hi-Tek, y'all
It's the Reflection, y'all
We don't stop, y'all
Hi-Tek, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Kweli, y'all
Hi-Tek, y'all
Yeah, yeah
Here we go, y'all
Uh, uh
It's the— It's the—
It's the— It's the—
It's the Reflection
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