CunninLynguists - Seasons Lyrics
f/ Masta Ace* send corrections to the typist[Intro]One twoIt's Masta Ace, CunninlyguistsWe about to get into the seasonsThe seasons of hip hopHow we gonna start it?[Masta Ace]As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fastWe glorified coke and smoking crack in a glassWhen b-boys danced to the latest jamYou could say this man was the greatest fanWhen shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were blackAnd light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you neededWhen it blast...they must moveYou just proved you're hard like L in Krush GrooveAnd songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the topBefore Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chopThis is way before SP's...and MPC'sAnd long before CD's and MP3'sThe game started to bloom and blossomAnd masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costumeGrowth from the rain of the previous yearsI took notes from what I heard through these devious earsYeah[Deacon the Villian]As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid mannerGreen was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner"***** The Police!!" jumpin over radio scannersIt was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans***** Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's MostAnd wanted that Chronic on the Left-CoastTalent pools were full and fresh for swimmingBackstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginningsThem lemonade stands would make you street platinumIt was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappinBut free speech pollination kept bee's colonizing in hivesAnd stung Delores Tucker right in her prideThe Tribes ocean splash was rising the tideStrictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the rideI wish the summer's vibe could've lasted foreverTo bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful[Chorus]"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics""Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder""Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics""Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old"[Kno]As the East vs. West winds blew, causing twoLegends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beefAssumed that the worst was overTil these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of OctoberThe weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack itIs what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs withTactics of the skill impairedNo Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarceSome be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for lootCause gettin signed ain't a turkey shootNo respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock thatJust pop crap and Plymouth Rock-RapBeyond gimmicks and fake plastic titsOutkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discsBorn to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumnBefore the bottom dropped out in 2K[SOS]By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chainsWinter brought along platinum causing the ice ageNo more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPSNow we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracksIn winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below tenCitizens open up shows for more snowmenScrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown menAnd you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skinJolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelvesAnd artists themselves get treated like ElvesMatter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sellsYou even need clearance to sample Jingle BellsWhat the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumoniaEven at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colderBut it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo)How we gonna start?
