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Sun of a Beach Rap

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About

Ocean Isle Beach, NC and the growing pains of "development"

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, anyone who will listen, it's time.

Straight out the crowded dungeons of rap.

The beauty drops deep as the ignorance and greed.

Squeeze the island dry, grip it till it bleed

enough to make you cry, cause the laws are blind

Beyond the walls of locals, life is defined.

in the over growing face of the over-building race

I see disgrace in the greed and the need i can't breathe

It strangles me

see the animals kicked outta habitation, hear the pounding hammers of building infestation

infastructructure, crumblin' down --- hear the falling of grace all over dis town

I used to love it when the groove of the beauty

soothed the soul and beach time was a duty

but now you gotta pay for the priviledge to park

you gotta turn you brain off in the dark

of the greed of the need of the reckless speed

The traffic is bad, the traffic is crude - the traffic has stopped

the golfcarts are rude....

Somebody stop it, somebody gotta see... what the things they call improvements are doing ... let it be

I'm rappin' to the island,

to the tribal drum's native beat

don't take me to the high-land

through those mountains I can't see

I'm rappin' words I'm dialin',

and im screaming through my smilin'

bikini wearin kid screamin words that ain't beguilin'

I can't take the shit dat pilin'

UP

And I'm gonna steal your island.

you losers got complaints, write 'em down and file 'em.

in the house of "who gives a damn"

my mama took our family to the beach

to a little cottage there , the Sandy Peach

Owner kicked me out cause he didn't like my booty

showin skin when i Kin cause I like to be a cutie

so then i hit the sand to the cart for a slushy tutti fruiti

Ice. Ice it down

don't let your anger drown

Keep it alive and movin'

remember days of groovin'

when the line of traffic was movin'

through the round - a -BOUT

Got a fishbone to pick

and i gotta say it quick

though it like to make me sick

Don't forget the greed and what it make people do

to the island to the island to the isle of sand and blue

vocal outro

over-development, clear-cutting, animals without their habitat, greed, greed and greed

money settles all

money sells out all

money's too much gall...

Think again

thing again

an island beach, a gem

on the tidal wave of end

fading

Don't let it win

think again

i can't swim

sun is dim

i can't swim

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