Chords for A Tribe Called Quest - The Killing Season (ft. Kanye West & Talib Kweli)

_ _ _ [G] Winter in [C] America never [D] knew white [Db] graces
_ L7 [B] squares always [C] making my shit
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[G] Swingers in the [C] air and all the [D] flowers bloom
[Db] _ Powers that [B] be wanna [C] devour the moon
[F] _ [G] Tears of fear [C] when they fall in [D] the summer rain
[Db] _ Bleeding through the spike, they [C] call it a chain
Running [G] across states [C] to drug
[D] It's like the blood [Db] that we crumple the broad [B] papers
Call [C] it the Lord's name, [F] could be [G] taking it in a vein
[C] Like they feeding [D] us a caffeine
[Db] _ _ War and fighting [B] for interests [C] of millimedes
[F] They try [G] to store the profits [C] but killing [D] no mortal [Db] needed
If we don't give them [Gb] orders no more, [F] they can't defeat us
This [G] lack of justice got [C] us disgusted, [D] look at our [Db] faces
I'm only showing hate [B] but I saw [C] military _ [F] training
The [G] force black, the [C] line of [D] half-bathed, [Db] morning
_ Take [A] a bow, this might be your last call _ _ _ _ _
Soldier, _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
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_ _ soldier, [C] soldier _ _
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[Ab] _ The [Db] old lady saw us on the lawn with the [C] henny
Turned the pool party into the one from [C] McKinney _
Might have been rappers like some waitresses up at [Bb] Denny's
Thought we had 12 gators, _ automatics [Cm] and semi's
[Db] Now they want to condemn me for my freedom of speech
[C] Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Street [Ebm] Trees
Presidents getting beached and others feeling the throne
[Bb] But veterans don't get the benefit of feeling [Ab] at home
[Db] _ _ So maybe those projections out of [C] silicone
Or with Droid again, injections made of [Ebm] silicone _
I swear it's the killing season
[Bb] _ _ Cause killing is still [C] in season, [Db] yeah
Louder than a three-pronged voice that's screaming, Macabou
[Cm] It must be killing season
On a many strange [C] group who choose to feel the progress of this here very [Bb] nation
Whose faces roam bitter through justice [Ab] exploration
These fruitful [Db] trees are rooted in bloody soil and [Cm] dormant
Things haven't really changed in the dormant for the [Ebm] moment
Marks and scars we own and only mix for tougher [Bb] skin
Helps us actualize the actual greatness [C] held [Ab] within
And [Db] on the wrong team so much can't recognize the win
_ Seems like my only crime is having _ [C] melanin
Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is clustered [Bb] for
Causes men to suffocate, I can't [Cm] breathe no [Db] more
Settlers going sadly need an abacus to [C] callie
All the peaks and valleys yo I recognize it [Ebm] sadly
Black soul, old enough, inner city, cold [Bb] enough
Watch me get on my dune, watch [Ab] us get soared up
[Db] _ _ Hey soldier, soldier, _ [C] _ soldier _
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