Shadows on the Sun by. K-5280
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- vulgar
- west coast rap
- indie rap
- conscious hip hop
- jazzy hip-hop
- cut-up/dj
- turntablism
- sampling
- boom bap
- female fronted
- colorado
- lyrical
- duet
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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