J Dilla - The Season lyrics

[Produced By: J Dilla] [Verse 1] United States in fear London knows I'm a phantom, South Korea knows I'm here Posted, planted without exception Rise to your feet for this rarity Nas and Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy Some real n***a talkin' This don't happen too often, take precaution Liars and frauds got you exhausted You've been accosted Who told you I'd lost it? I just put it down for a second, damn Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up? Grow stubble on the face for once without a smooth cut? Grow a little gut, can't even enjoy the fruit of my labor Before they call me Luke and hand me my lightsaber The ruler's back, you can tell by the trumpets Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost 200 Get out your chair, the season of Nasir [Hook] (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) This is the season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) [Verse 2] Jay Elec doesn't write it HOV couldn't write it, he vacationin' Jungle the only brother I take sh** from Ha**an give me lines, we talk all the time So I guess if he inspired my song it ain't mine Let me make this clear, they fear the gifted Some say Shakespeare never existed Wow, now, look at the amount of resistance Attempts to chisel my face, from the mountain you guessed it b**h you guessed it There, did I answer your questions? So, now that's out the way let's get back to my message Now I'm 40 and a little change Ride around, sport a new Benz, a little Range Havin' fun, my little man gettin' big He and my daughter down, when we talk it's real Nothin' is watered down, young boy swag I'm here today as well as the 90's But the past, like my a**, is behind me Ignite the pyrex Try to bite this, get Nasty Nas-itis Arthritis when you try to write this Asking why is the Feds at my n***as? Why the Feds at my n***as? I know by now I should be talkin' bread, crack, and figures But not stressin', knot stressin' I'm survivin', I'm survivin' It's funny when I catch cops textin' and drivin' Who questions and penalizes them? One day we'll have their a** in court and we'll be tryin' them Hey yo, it's love for Detroit, Mo-Town, Motor City Dilla lives on, it's like he wrote it with me The soulful sample complements my rhyme so well Slacks by Zegna, or YSL Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell Hands in the air, the season of Nasir [Hook] (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) This is the season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) [Outro] Yeah, It's that time, yeah, Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit? Fly ladies, dope dealers and k**ers Worldwide, NY, yeah, yeah, the season, yeah, this is the season