The Season
Nas Lyrics


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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 gravity
Nas and Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy
Some real nigga talkin'
This don't happen too often, take precaution
Liars and frauds got you exhausted
You've been accosted
Who told you've I 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 two hundred
Get out your chair, the season of Nasir

(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)

Jay Elec doesn't write it
HOV couldn't write it, he vacationin'
Jungle the only brother I take shit from
Hassan 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
Bitch 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 forty 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 life, my ass 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 niggas?
Why the Feds at my niggas?
I know by now I should be talkin' bread, crack, and figures
But not stressin', not 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 ass 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

(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)

Yeah, it's that time, yeah,
Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit?
Fly ladies, dope dealers and killers




Worldwide, NY, yeah, yeah,
The season, yeah, this is the season

Overall Meaning

The song "The Season" by Nas takes on the perspective of the rapper as he reflects on his longevity in the rap scene, his influence on other rappers, and how he is dealing with the passage of time. Nas raps about how he has made a name for himself around the world and is recognized as a powerful rapper, using imagery that suggests he is both respected and feared. He also discusses his creative process and inspiration, specifically mentioning rapper Jay Electronica, and asserts that he is still creating music that is relevant and meaningful to him. He also touches on topics such as police brutality and the criminal justice system.


One of the most interesting things about this song is the sample that is used throughout the track. The beat comes from the late producer J Dilla, who is widely regarded as one of the greatest hip-hop producers of all time. The beat is actually a remix of a beat that Dilla made for the rapper Galt MacDermot in the 70s. Nas reportedly found the beat while browsing through a batch of old J Dilla beats that had never been used.


Another interesting aspect of the song is the way in which Nas discusses his influences and inspirations. At one point, he mentions Shakespeare and the idea that some people believe he never actually existed. This line can be interpreted as a nod to the idea that Nas himself is, in a way, a larger-than-life figure who has made such an impact that he almost seems like a myth.


The song also touches on Nas's personal life, including his relationship with his children. In the lyrics, he mentions his son and daughter, and how they talk about real issues when they spend time together. This is a rare glimpse into Nas's personal life, as he is known for being a very private person.


Chords: The chords for the song are not known as the song is primarily a hip-hop track with a sampled beat.


Line by Line Meaning

United States in fear
The country is full of fear and tension.


London knows I'm a phantom, South Korea knows I'm here
Nas's presence is felt and recognized all over the world, in countries like London and South Korea.


Posted, planted without exception
Nas is established and unyielding in his position and statements.


Rise to your feet for this gravity
The gravity, importance, and depth of Nas's message and music demand attention and respect.


Nas and Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy
Nas's lyrics match perfectly with the beats produced by J Dilla, resulting in an impressive soliloquy.


Some real nigga talkin'
Nas speaks in a genuine, authentic, and reliable way that people can relate to.


This don't happen too often, take precaution
Nas has something special to say that is only heard once in a while, so it's important to listen carefully.


Liars and frauds got you exhausted
The constant lies and deception by others in society have tired and drained people out.


You've been accosted
People have been aggressively approached, confronted, or attacked.


Who told you've I lost it?
Nas challenges anyone who believes that he has lost his talent or relevance.


I just put it down for a second, damn
Nas has taken a break from his music for a while, but he is still a master of his craft.


Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up?
Nas wonders if he can relax and enjoy his success for a moment, without constant pressure or criticism.


Grow stubble on the face for once without a smooth cut?
Nas expresses a desire to be himself, even if it means having some casual or rough elements, instead of maintaining an artificial, polished image all the time.


Grow a little gut, can't even enjoy the fruit of my labor
Nas has worked hard to achieve his success, but he feels like he can't even indulge in his rewards or luxuries.


Before they call me Luke and hand me my lightsaber
Nas references the movie Star Wars, where a young hero is entrusted with a powerful weapon after showing great potential.


The ruler's back, you can tell by the trumpets
Nas declares his return with pride and confidence, which is symbolized by the sound of trumpets, a musical instrument often associated with kings and rulers.


Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Nas has received gifts and respect from dignitaries and elites, such as the Prince of Wales, who offered him British refreshments.


Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Nas enjoys expensive and flashy items, such as jewelry that is worth more than his car, which itself costs a lot.


Get out your chair, the season of Nasir
Nas invites listeners to stand up, take notice, and appreciate the arrival of his season, where he is at his creative best.


Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit?
Nas pays respects to the late producer J Dilla and greets his fans in Detroit.


Fly ladies, dope dealers and killers
Nas acknowledges and appeals to different kinds of people, regardless of their backgrounds or occupations.


The season, yeah, this is the season
Nas emphasizes once again that he is in his prime and this is his time to shine.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Nasir Jones

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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 nigga 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

Jay Elec doesn't write it
HOV couldn't write it, he vacationin'
Jungle the only brother I take shit from
Hassan 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
Bitch 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 ass, 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 niggas?
Why the Feds at my niggas?
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 ass 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



All comments from YouTube:

Adam Gordon

“ Can’t even enjoy the fruit of my labour, before they call me luke and hand me my lightsaber “ Nas is the G.O.A.T. 🔥🔥

Makiaveli Prime77Dag

​@Esketi SpaghettiHe's saying he can't even relax before someone puts a mic in his hand and asks him to be the hero like Luke was

Juno1947

@Esketi Spaghetti he saying he’s the saviour of rap. Just like how everyone relies on luke to defeat earth Vader and save the universe in the Star Wars movies

Esketi Spaghetti

@Adam Gordon I understand that of being fruit of my labor but where is the connection to luke from Star Wars like what makes it a clever line

Adam Gordon

@Esketi Spaghetti : The profits or gains achieved for a result of hard work.

Esketi Spaghetti

I’m definitely just dumb but what does that even mean

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Ricardo Vega

It takes real J Dilla and Nas fans to realize how dope this shit is. Donuts is the best R.I.P J Dilla

Aaron Mathews

His dad is her lil bro....

Aaron Mathews

Dilla is my cousin by blood, my grandma is his auntie, Annabelle Yancey💪

Steven Sanclemente

Almost 5 years later- STILL goes hard. And although not on an album, as a Nas fan, this is one of my favorite Nas songs.

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