The Season Lyrics - Nas

United States in fear 

London knows I'm a phantom, South Korea knows I'm here 

Posted, planted without exception 

Rise to your feet for this gravity 

Nas and Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy 

Some real nigga talkin' 

This don't happen too often, take precaution 

Liars and frauds got you exhausted 

You've been accosted 

Who told you've I lost it? 

I just put it down for a second, damn 

Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up? 

Grow stubble on the face for once without a smooth cut? 

Grow a little gut, can't even enjoy the fruit of my labor 

Before they call me Luke and hand me my lightsaber 

The ruler's back, you can tell by the trumpets 

Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets 

Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost 200 

Get out your chair, the season of Nasir 

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The season 

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This is the season 

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The season 

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Jay Elec doesn't write it 

HOV couldn't write it, he vacationin' 

Jungle the only brother I take shit 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 

Some say Shakespeare never existed 

Wow, now, look at the amount of resistance 

Attempts to chisel my face, from the mountain you guessed it 

Bitch you guessed it 

There, did I answer your questions? 

So, now that's out the way let's get back to my message 

Now I'm 40 and a little change 

Ride around, sport a new Benz, a little Range 

Havin' fun, my little man gettin' big 

He and 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 

Try to bite this, get Nasty Nas-itis 

Arthritis when you try to 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, and figures 

But not stressin', not stressin' 

I'm survivin', I'm survivin' 

It's funny when I catch cops textin' and drivin' 

Who questions and penalizes them? 

One day we'll have their ass in court and we'll be tryin' them 

Hey yo, it's love for Detroit, Mo-Town, Motor City 

Dilla lives on, it's like he wrote it with 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 of Nasir 

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The season 

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Da-da-da-da-da) 

This is the season 

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Da-da-da-da-da) 

The season 

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Da-da-da-da-da) 

Yeah, It's that time, yeah, Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit? 

Fly ladies, dope dealers and killers 

Worldwide, NY, yeah, yeah, the season, yeah, this is the season