9th prince, what <killa sin> We don't give a fuck <lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings> <9th prince-chorus> Yo, it's burning season
so I walks right through em Old skool, new skool I really don't care I "burn baby burn" like smoky the bear Y'all don't want nothing here, its election season
more than any book I've ever read or anything you've ever said with silent eyes inside I watch myself and worlds collide the seasons burn and crack
Move out to the land of the burning sun Where many nations stand as one Push on through the cold and the icy seas The smell of earth it follows me In
you believe is right These northern light emcee characters won't take any shit from suckers with pockets packed with badges Still the baddest in any weather in any season
seems less like a noose and more like a tie that binds or at least a tourniquet. it's been such a hard season and the bridges we burned might be all
(feat. Masta Ace) [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
lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said [Royce] Who hard? yo I done heard worse We
the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal
as anvils Thoughts spread long and wide as cotton fields Many play hard make me scream Actors guild Bad actors getting killed first episode of the season
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal
Hit them niggaz like that, yo [BabyFace Fensta] It's the sinister, sick like clamidia Burn like no vagina, your retina Screwin like you hard, while
had joy, fun, seasons in the sun Put the wine in the zone like the season had begun All but one in my son the latin seasons is upon us With an open invitation