Lyrics:
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
[Masta Ace]
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
(Huh)
My bitch cut her hair like Halsey
I speak with no grammar, Kelsey
BMTH, I make bitches smile like Chelsea
In a all black Hellcat, hell season
tryna sell a cd black
Black black kid two kicks tryna sell a cd
Black black
Black black (Black, black)
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
away someday somehow
From the raised eyebrows
From the real hell house
Hide myself lighthouse
Cover up all that doubt
Throw away the key
When I lock
Yea, these are vibes
These are vibes
You heard that shit?
Yea, alright
These are G.T.A. vibes
With the all-black-everything
T.O.C. is the tribe
incredible
Released three CD's in three seasons, don't let me catch you
And you shouldn't really speak to me unless I let you
(Wait Nick, come talk to me!
timing be, my wristwatch like seasons
Hittin hotter keys
Got the heavens so heated
Write my odyssey
Like I'm children's reading
I'm straight if the village
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
my audio files
If I wrote it down definitely going up
And I speak my shit
It ain't it easy
Black
Black
Black kid
Two kicks tryna sell a cd
Black
Black
birthday
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police
In a rage he lived but he payed the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew
Betty girl, she stay down, keep her on the Greyhound
With that stuff between her legs (bus departing now)
Out of [?] we moving reefer by the pound
Open season (Yeah)
It's on your head
Black men (They want us)
Oh yeah they want us dead (Oh yeah)
Open season (Open season)
Hashtag (Hashtag)
Next one
taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear sirens at all
But don't be
The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my
Pee pee like a key to my cell
To censor me is to censor
My CD which inspires me
To spit what will eventually be
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
a black sea
I hardly had an income but it was easy
An awesome world awaited with a cheap key
And sometimes in the garbage
They were just free
And that's how
searching
Can't flick the channels just surfing
Cause I heard we're bout to stop murking
I changed the channel to the news channel
What the hell they talking
bounce
This one hell of a life, the aroma of her coochie made me think I lived twice
Young kofi season used to bump to obe trice and bang you're baby girl
Khadafi
Bringin` the blizzards when I make bail you can`t stop me,
In jail all that I can see provoking hell,
Chokin` at a third rail velocity
Obviously
height of the witching season
People always say I gotta Halloween flow
Outside of my clothes don’t know what they mean tho
Black Mass (Black Mass) both
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
the same green I get
I mean I get so much
Green it's like I'm Irish
High glis' on my wrist and you
Can see the camera shoot
The CD gettin' spins it's Mr
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