2000 Seasons

[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 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

[Verse 1]

I'm not a human being gettin' on some spiritual shit

A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it

When I spit, I spray thoughts that's representin' 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

MC's is soft like Play-Doh — I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces

Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm paintin' — the masterpieces

You hear 'em on the radio babblin', but the truth is travelin'

With the word I sent flyin' through the air like a javelin

Unravelin' 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 dissin' wack MC's until the day that I die

Reflection gettin' 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 embarrassin'

'Tis the season, ain't no carolin'

[Hook: Sample]

"See, I commence in Brooklyn and I'm on the dot"

[Verse 2]

All knowin', flowin' like spring water in the desert

Ballin' through the barren land where niggas take a stand

Like castles made of sand, free fallin' for anythin'

Nothin' but a plan to fail for they selves

No sense of delf, needed daily affirmations of self help

Yo, it's right in front yo' grill! Stop lookin' everywhere else

Speakin' of plannin', hustlin' and schemin' or lookin' 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

Shinin' like a golden shower, your face I'm pissin' in

Completin' a genocide mission like The Warren commission

Like fathers who's supposed to be missin'

While our sisters was supposed to be whorin'

Save it for a rainy day, money is pourin'

Under grey clouds, black butterflies still be soarin'

Flyin' in the friendly skies, we classifyin' our highs

Blood be flowin' through the streets like crimson tide in my eyes

Thai be havin' me drowsy, but I get mellow with the chronic

Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussin' 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 tellin' you again

So relay it to your crew, you gotta actually 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

Shinin' over someplace very far from where you standin'

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 through the distortion

The desert is absorption

You sucked in and you stuck in off American freezin'

For like 2000 seasons

And upon your return from rapin' and crossbreedin'

Your own people accuse you of deceivin' and misleadin'

And causin' mass confusion, drug abusin'

Now you all caught up in institutions

At this time, you've got to break it down and be showin' and provin'

An A&R told me that I use too many catchphrases

True! I'm tryin' to catch all my people in all different stages...

All different phases...

[Outro]

It's like that, y'all

It's like this, y'all

You don't stop!

Keep it goin', y'all

Reflection, yo!

We freak it like this

You don't stop

Here we go, y'all