September Summer Killah Priest x SHROOM
"September Summer" by Killah Priest x SHROOM is a #HipHop track released in 2023. The song explores themes of nostalgia, personal growth, and the fleeting nature of time. Its lyrical depth reflects on life's struggles and triumphs, while unique production elements blend classic hip-hop beats with contemporary sounds. The collaboration highlights the artists' lyrical prowess, contributing to the ongoing evolution of conscious rap.
[Intro]
If you love something, keep it, you really cherish it
You know what it is
Keep it in your heart
And your heart talks to you
Your mouth begins beating
Moments of joy, sorrow
[Verse 1]
In a September summer I went to ends I never thought I’ll see again
My loss, I never put my belief in a cross
I rather turn to the sun in the east with my feet in the north
December summers, enjoying the beach while I walk
Since I was younger, righteous music, I’m keeping the torch
Man, I planted a rainbow, clawed at the sky ’til it was wrinkled
After the pain, I’m rolling my trees like mangos
The summer’s gone, all it left me was shrubs of basil
I figure I’ll bottle it for seasons to come
They say when the loved ones die, it freezes the Sun
Patty cake, patty cake, the son of man
Black hair dye hundreds of cans
The mummy that they burned from the sand was a king from Sudan
I’m under a trance from ancestors who danced around fires and chant
Rulers of the oldest empires gave me the chance
[Sample]
For ages undecipherable had slowly begun to unravel the mystery
If you love something, keep it, you really cherish it
You know what it is
Keep it in your heart
And your heart talks to you
Your mouth begins beating
Moments of joy, sorrow
[Verse 1]
In a September summer I went to ends I never thought I’ll see again
My loss, I never put my belief in a cross
I rather turn to the sun in the east with my feet in the north
December summers, enjoying the beach while I walk
Since I was younger, righteous music, I’m keeping the torch
Man, I planted a rainbow, clawed at the sky ’til it was wrinkled
After the pain, I’m rolling my trees like mangos
The summer’s gone, all it left me was shrubs of basil
I figure I’ll bottle it for seasons to come
They say when the loved ones die, it freezes the Sun
Patty cake, patty cake, the son of man
Black hair dye hundreds of cans
The mummy that they burned from the sand was a king from Sudan
I’m under a trance from ancestors who danced around fires and chant
Rulers of the oldest empires gave me the chance
[Sample]
For ages undecipherable had slowly begun to unravel the mystery
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