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Shadows on the Sun by. K-5280 artwork

Shadows on the Sun by. K-5280 Explicit contentE

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Lyrics

Prelude

Drank in my cup, let it settle on my tongue

Snow melt in my veins, never run from where I'm from

Bootleg dreams poured slow, chill in my bones

Mad at the system, but we built our own throne

Duet

(Sample this, let it snap) She sips, cracks a grin

(Light one up, let that sharp groove spin)

She flexin' in the cut, loud, what you sayin'?

(Eyes rolled back when my pocket beat's playin')

Denver nights thick, got that lip full of fire

Every line spit mean, every mile takin' us higher

Crush it in the backseat, sticky leavin' a stain

Toast to the struggle, we own every pain

Intro

Yo, eyes low, lookin' out that Denver window

Tape hissin', crates spin, summer smoke curlin' slow

Dirt on my shoes, keys for these blocks I roam

Talkin' big shit, but it's wisdom what I throw

Verse 1

Watch these shadows on the sun, ain't no runnin' from the past

West side sunburn, wind burnt, gas mask

Got my language laced in fire, spittin' sharper than some glass

Lookin' gentrifiers in the eye, tell ‘em kiss my Colorado ass

Sampled Nina screamin' from the wax, boombap crack

Rhymes flip, flip birds at the nothin' that we lack

I got my sisters at my back, scalin’ peaks, fuck a map

Only gold I’m huntin’ for is peace – let 'em trap

Chorus

Shadows on the sun, still runnin', can't hide

Soul got grit, but the joy don't die

Shadows on the sun, streets painted with pride

Let 'em watch us rise, let 'em watch us rise

Verse 2

Gritty hands, pretty nails, never needed mansions

Taught to spit truth in a land full of mansplainin',

Callin' out the council every time they try and vanish

Our roots run deep, we the ones you can't manage

Powder dust and potholes, highway talk, fuck a cop

Vinyl crackle rollin' deep, sisterhood, don't stop

Ain’t no shame in the struggle, we just writin' what we got

From the basements to the hilltops, hip-hop never forgot

Chorus

Shadows on the sun, still runnin', can't hide

Soul got grit, but the joy don't die

Shadows on the sun, streets painted with pride

Let 'em watch us rise, let 'em watch us rise

Verse 3

She bad, South Platte on her tongue, wild like the Platte flows

Knuckle up, diamonds in her mind, never follow

Crushed filters on the curb, laugh louder than your threats

Paint the sun with her words, never scared to collect

Duet

Hook her by the name, ain't scared of your game

(Hit the record, let it play, turntable queen, untamed)

She a fighter in the high-rise, eyes cuttin' right through

(Hey, pass the mic, bring the truth, I ride too)

Check the sample, break it down, let the vinyl bleed

Still a bad motherfucker when I plant these seeds

From the Rockies to the coast, never shrink, never run

Girl gang in effect, shadows toastin' the sun

Outro

(Wax burn, what you learn? Streets won’t forget)

(Both mics up, set the fire, cash that bet)

Bad motherfucker, say it twice, say it proud

Colorado standin’ up, we breakin’ every cloud

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