Sun In The Baycement

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!