
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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