NAS

NAS - The Season lyrics

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(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

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