Glass Ceiling Shatter - Sable Lock

[ INTRO ] (Sonido de cassette siendo insertado en un reproductor — luego radio underground, strings oscuros entrando. Voz de DJ antes del beat.) (Radio DJ: Yo — this that new sh*t from Compton —) (Radio DJ: Sable Lock — real talk — she different —) (Radio DJ: West Coast to East Coast — word — this is it —) (Sable: Straight up — Compton to NY — no joke —) (Sable: They built a ceiling — I'm bringing the whole thing down —) (Beat drops — boom bap cinematográfico, strings oscuros, NY drums duros, bass pesado) [ VERSO 1 ] (Flow más dramático — el más cinematográfico hasta ahora. Todo el slang integrado naturalmente.) Real talk — they put a ceiling on this whole sh*t — said: shorty — stay in your lane — don't trip — said the hood don't produce what the industry needs — said Compton girls rap but they never lead. Word — I heard all that — took notes — kept grindin' — every loc who doubted me I kept reminding — myself that busters talk and workers build — on the real — my work ethic is the shield. From the block where the dream feels impossible — to the mixtape where the buzz became unstoppable — g'd up since before I had a reason to be — hustlin' in the cypher 'til the cypher made me free. No joke — every set I stepped in — I owned it — every playa who tried to test me — I honed it — the skill — the tongue — the pen — the whole package — Compton raised a b*tch who don't do average. [ HOOK ] (Himno fuerte, repetitivo — grito de revolución.) I'm shattering the glass ceiling — watch it fall — watch it break — I'm shattering the glass ceiling — everything they said I couldn't take — I'm shattering the glass ceiling — Compton girl on the rise — straight up — I'm shattering the glass ceiling. Word. No stopping now. ((Shatter... glass ceiling... Compton... word... no stopping now...)) [ VERSO 2 ] (La entrada en el radar de NY — el buzz creciendo, el poder femenino sin disculpas.) On the real — DJ Harlow put it in rotation — East Coast n*ggas giving it a standing ovation — behind closed doors — frontin' in public — that's the game — but the numbers don't lie — homie — they know my name. NY to Compton — same hustle — different weather — ride or die for the craft — that's what keeps us together — me and this pen — me and this beat — me and this block — that made me who I am before anybody knocked. These n*ggas in the industry doing set trippin' — acting like a girl from the hood can't be winning — trippin' on the fact that I don't need their permission — straight up — the glass ceiling is my demolition. They been frontin' with the gatekeeping for too long — every b*tch they overlooked was twice as strong — as whatever they was building with their chosen few — real spill — the ceiling was the lie — I'm the truth. [ HOOK ] (Más intenso, más agresivo — ad-libs entran con fuerza.) I'm shattering the glass ceiling — watch it fall — watch it break — I'm shattering the glass ceiling — everything they said I couldn't take — I'm shattering the glass ceiling — Compton girl on the rise — straight up — I'm shattering the glass ceiling. Word. No stopping now. ((Yeah! Compton! NY! Word! Straight up! No joke! Westside! Shatter!)) [ VERSO 3 ] (El clímax — Black Dial Johnson escucha el track, el pipeline simbólico Compton→NY, la declaración de legado.) Let me paint the picture for every muthaf*cka sleeping — on the girl from Compton — real talk — the block is keeping — records of what I built before a soul knew my name — every cypher — every set — every piece of this game. Word is somebody in New York — some A&R type — put my tape on — couldn't sleep that night — 'cause what he heard from a shorty with no budget — hit harder than the signed acts — d*mn — he couldn't judge it. That's the ceiling shattering in real time — loc — when the industry hears what the hood already knows — that talent don't wait for a label to discover it — it builds — it hustles — it grinds — until they cover it. I see the deal coming — I see the cover shoot — I see every busta who fronted eating the truth — Compton to New York — that's my pipeline straight — and the glass ceiling? — a** — it couldn't wait. [ HOOK FINAL / OUTRO ] (Versión más épica — fade out tipo radio/cassette — sentimiento de 'esto acaba de empezar'.) I'm shattering the glass ceiling — watch it fall — watch it break — I'm shattering the glass ceiling — everything they said I couldn't take — I'm shattering the glass ceiling — Compton girl on the rise — straight up — I'm shattering the glass ceiling. Word. No stopping now. ((Compton! NY! Sable Lock! Glass ceiling! Westside! East Coast! Shatter! This just started!)) (ad-lib: Black Dial Johnson heard this one —) (ad-lib: Compton to the world — no joke —) (ad-lib: glass ceiling — shattered — period — real spill —)