Sun In The Baycement

Shing02

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    Out of all the places that I've been to,
    There's only one zone I'd rather be
    Whatever music that I'm into
    One area can make it sound tight to me...
    From San Fran to Oaktown to Berkeley, stress free
    It's the Bay with the capital B
    Thank God I'm back like I never left, right
    Never mind what I wrote on my last note, throw it out the window
    Yo, going north on 580 and I hit the junction
    Some things never change congestion
    Hey, but it's A to the G if you ask me B
    At the least I could breathe the air and bump a CD
    Feel the vibe fresh off from sabbatical, yeah
    I've been on the long road
    Straight radical folks waiting on the wings wanting only one thing (what?)
    To blow up with the sound representing:
    The home of the stylin' emcees, OG's, best turntablists,
    Political activists, underground pessimists, and hippie hop optimists,
    They all get their shine on in the solar,
    Chopping up the game plus grinding like a molar
    Sharp like a canine, coolin' like a feline
    Yo how's the lingo? That's my dog, he's a crazy cat
    Gotta holla back if you wanna get the dealy man,
    Freelancer lifestyle knights without a lord (yup)
    Week after week it's a chase to fill the whole cup
    Good lookin' out if you're hookin' up the cheese
    Stay busy for sheezy but don't forget to take it ez!

    Everybody's lookin' for sun in the baycement
    Time is tickin' so know when to say when
    Records catchin' mildew, sun in the baycement
    Give and get give (yeah) sun in the baycement
    The whole world is lookin' for sun in the baycement
    Time is tickin' so know when to say when
    Records catchin' mildew, sun in the baycement
    Give and get give (yeah) sun in the baycement

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    Hereby I testify the truth is in the pudding
    You can't miss your town unless you leave your hood and
    Something like that, it's so hard to put your finger on
    Like if you were to answer the phone without the ringer on
    I'm just a chaperone strolling down the campus
    Sifting through my paper to the bottom of the canvas
    I'm trying, untying the metal heart knots, backdoor, heard knocks from the past
    Life kicks you in the ass if your butt is in the freezer
    Chillin' too much then you break the thermometer
    So I take a moment to appreciate the daily
    Keep my melon to the sky when the world's failing
    I ain't spoiled to let my time go to waste like that
    I'ma compost to make soil and you like that!
    If earth were our mother we're all muthafuckas
    And if God were the judge everybody would be suckas!

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