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Consequence

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Killing Season Lyrics - Consequence

Winter in America, never knew white Christmas 

'Cause L7 squares always making my shit list 

Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming 

The powers that be wanna devour the movement 

Tears disappear when they fall on the summer rain 

Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment 

Running across stages is a drug 

It's like a blunt, we crumple the raw papers 

Call it the Lord's name cause we taking it in our veins 

Like the feeding us intravenous 

It's war and we fighting for inches and millimetres 

Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders 

If we don't give them martyrs no more, they can't defeat us 

This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces 

All these soldiers hate but I saw military training 

The force flags fly at a half mast this morning 

Take a bow, this might be your last performance 

 

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They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya 

 

The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny 

Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney 

Might've been racist like the waitresses up at Denny's 

Swore we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis 

Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech 

'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech 

Predators get impeached and others fill in the throne 

But veterans don't get the benefit of feelin' at home 

So maybe those projections out at Silicon 

Over dro they getting injections made of silicone 

I swear it's the killing season 

'Cause killin' is still in season yea 

 

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Louder than a three pound, voices screaming mad a boot 

It must be killing season, on the menu strange fruit 

Whose juices fill the progress of this here very nation 

Whose states has grown bitter, through justice expiration 

These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment 

Things haven't really changed, or they're dormant for the moment 

Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin 

Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within 

Been on the wrong team so much, can't recognise a win 

Seems like my only crime is having melanin 

Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for 

Causes meant to suffocate, I can't breathe no more 

Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally 

Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly 

Black soul bold enough, inner city cold enough 

Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up 

 

They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya 

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