"2000 Seasons" lyrics
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 will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such a dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Armah, 2000 seasons
I'm not a human being getting on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being 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 '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 after 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 the 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 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 understanding is clearer
You had your chance for evolution, 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
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 of yo' grill! Stop looking everywhere else
Speaking of planning
Hustling and scheming or looking for hookups
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 who's supposed to be missing
While our sisters was supposed to be whoring
Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring
Under grey clouds, black butterflies still be soaring
Flying in the friendly skies, we classifying our highs
Blood be flowing through the streets like crimson tide in my eyes
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 a 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-thru
You've gotta 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 and you stuck in off American freezing
For like 2000 seasons
And upon your return from raping and crossbreeding
Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading
And 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 catchphrases
True! I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages
All different phases
It's like that, y'all
It's like this, y'all
You don't stop!
Keep it going, y'all
Reflection, yo!
We freak it like this
You don't stop
Here we go, y'all
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 will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such a dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Armah, 2000 seasons
I'm not a human being getting on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being 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 '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 after 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 the 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 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 understanding is clearer
You had your chance for evolution, 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
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 of yo' grill! Stop looking everywhere else
Speaking of planning
Hustling and scheming or looking for hookups
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 who's supposed to be missing
While our sisters was supposed to be whoring
Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring
Under grey clouds, black butterflies still be soaring
Flying in the friendly skies, we classifying our highs
Blood be flowing through the streets like crimson tide in my eyes
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 a 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-thru
You've gotta 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 and you stuck in off American freezing
For like 2000 seasons
And upon your return from raping and crossbreeding
Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading
And 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 catchphrases
True! I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages
All different phases
It's like that, y'all
It's like this, y'all
You don't stop!
Keep it going, y'all
Reflection, yo!
We freak it like this
You don't stop
Here we go, y'all
Writer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Tony Louis Cottrell, Talib Kweli
