Letra de ' Sun In The Baycement ' de Shing02

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

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!