[00:00.17]( Talib Kweli: )
[00:00.62]Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
[00:03.30]'Cause elves (?) always making my **** list
[00:05.95]Spring is in the air and all the flowers in bloom
[00:08.23]The powers that be wanna devour the movement
[00:11.15]Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain
[00:13.77]Bleedin’ through this mic, but they call it entertainment
[00:16.62]Running across stages is a drug
[00:18.57]It’s like a brother, we crumple the raw papers
[00:20.36]Call it the Lord’s name cause we taking it in our veins
[00:23.26]Like the feeding us intravenous
[00:24.40]It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimetres
[00:27.14]Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
[00:29.79]If we don’t give them martyrs no more, they can’t defeat us
[00:32.50]This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces
[00:35.23]All these soldiers hate but I saw military training
[00:37.86]The force flags fly at a half mast this morning
[00:40.65]Take a bow, this might be your last performance
[00:43.51]( Kanye West: )
[00:43.87]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[00:47.39]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[00:49.78]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[00:52.14]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[00:55.25]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[00:57.91]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[01:00.53]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[01:03.37]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[01:05.62]The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny
[01:07.44]Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney
[01:10.22]Might’ve been racist like the waitresses up at Denny’s
[01:12.87]So we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis
[01:15.51]Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech
[01:18.15]'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech
[01:20.68]Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne
[01:23.36]But veterans don’t get the benefit of feelin' at home
[01:26.23]So maybe those projections out at Silicon
[01:29.10]Over (?) they getting injections made of silicone
[01:32.40]I swear it’s the killing season
[01:34.42]'Cause killin' is still in season yea
[01:36.86]( Jairobi: )
[01:37.41]Louder than a three pound, voices screaming at ya boo
[01:39.78]It must be killing season, on the menu, strange fruit
[01:42.43]Whose juices fill the progress of this here, very nation
[01:45.38]Whose states has grown bitter, through justice expiration
[01:47.94]These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment
[01:50.47]Things haven’t really changed, been dormant for the moment
[01:53.25]Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin
[01:55.80]Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within
[01:58.44]Been on the wrong team so much, can’t recognise a win
[02:01.06]Seems like my only crime is having melanin
[02:03.96]Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for
[02:06.73]Causes meant to suffocate, I can’t breathe no more
[02:09.27]Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally
[02:11.95]Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize them sadly
[02:14.65]Black soul old enough, inner city holdin' up
[02:17.40]Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up
[02:20.15]( Kanye West: )
[02:21.42]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:24.25]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:26.56]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:28.98]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:31.95]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:34.60]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:37.42]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
[02:39.91]They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya