Intro
One two
Its Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
Masta Ace
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rappers faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast… they must move
You just proved youre hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop – Aint nobody start at the top
Before Preme DJ Premier learned the art of the chop
This is way before SPs… and MPCs
And long before CDs and MP3s
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears
Yeah
Deacon the Villian
As Summers heatwaves ascended in its splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
Fuck The Police! jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cubes Amerikkas Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination kept bees colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride
The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide
Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride
I wish the summers vibe couldve lasted forever
To 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 FloorGrowing Old
Kno
As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two
Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef
Assumed that the worst was over
Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October
The weathers colder, but the word jacketjack it
Is what they did to peoples styles, not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what theyll do when the green is scarce
Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot
Cause gettin signed aint a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so Im taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
SOS
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now we got RB cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter its snowed in like the temperatures below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves
And artists themselves get treated like Elves
Matter of fact, Santas gotten so greedy when a rapper sells
You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells
What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?
And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia
Even at the beaches of Daytona its gotten colder
But its about time for the cycle to start over echo
How we gonna start?