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Santa Ana Winds
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"Climbing up this ladder, Climbing up" Cal-S-thetics solo...
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So. Cal locals addressing necessities and building upon legacies to fulfill our destinies. Straight Hip Hop, No Chaser...
Let us introduce you to Cal-S-thetics- resident producer and emcee, Tone Dogg Raw- raw rhyme writer and emcee, and Ric the New Rula- beatbox general and emcee all of whom are delighted to have ya on this voyage with us upon the Glass Bottom Boat aka the Pens Men's ship aka the window to the world. Watch as our pens flow on fresh soundwaves opening up the world through the porthole of hip hop...
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #3,642
Peak in subgenre #1,939
Author
C. Sakioka
Rights
2003 Glass Bottom Boat Productions
Uploaded
October 13, 2005
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:34
Story behind the song
Irvine, CA. The feeling that you aren't doing a thing when you seem busy. Boredom, One incredibly phat show is all I have ever and probably will ever seen or see here (Oak Canyon, Spit Kickers 2001). All my real friends will laugh at me for this one, the rest of you can get to know me. This was meant to be very conversational/relat-able. Side note: second track writing utilizing real musical structure 16 bar solos, 8 bar hooks.
Lyrics
(Cal-S-) (Verse 1) I got a tendency/ to sit and think endlessly/ about my plans for the next fifth of a century/ though it's a waste 'cause I get there eventually/ plus I got a lot I should be doing as we speak/ but then again this is me/ and I'll let you see/ all 360 degrees/ the further I read/ aside from the intial critique/ of lyrics and beats/ the four eyes of a typical geek/ and the lanky physique/ is a unique/ individual/ bumpin' "Lyrics to Go"/ in the headphones as I stroll/ the school campus/ nodding as my braindances/ entranced, writing my stanzas/ looking up only to catch glances/ "She keeps on Passing Me By" and I'm missing my chances/ star-crossed like a hopeless romantic/ still I don't panic/ eventually shit will go down like the titanic/ if it doesn't well, damnit! somehow I'll manage/ (because) (Chorus) High and low/ either or/ the santa ana winds gonna blow/ so/ burning fast/ or a cool relax/ living life with my windows cracked/ taking the good and bad/ as would I have/ a puff of indo/... and I know/ you know/ how that goes/ so/ say, "I know how it goes!" (Verse 2) Recently, it's felt like I'm floating/ cleary/ meerly/ going through the motions/ spark joints to be smoking/ talk to be outspoken/ knowing I ain't gonna do shit on the weekends but still hoping/ (you know?!?) yet I'm better off than most-men/ might say I'm content/ still lack of excitement/ keeps my nights spent/ with tight friends/ getting quite bent/ and I doubt that's the right trend/ but ya'll know how it goes/ in a town where ten o'clock everythings closed/ no sign of bumping discos/ or phat shows/ just the bland sea of track homes/ housing assholes/ tied up in my affairs like a lasso/ hastled/ by the fact I'm living natural/ (pigeon-holed me like Cuba and Castro)/ and with that so/ I metamorphized like a tadpole/ diggin' deep into self with a backhoe/ to hand-make music with mad soul/ for you folk/ fresh off this glass bottom boat/ so (Chorus) (Verse 3) Fueled by my daze and confusion/ I try to find a way outta this maze of pollution/ constitutin'/ thoughts of enslaved institution/ showcasing that it pays to be included/ see, I had concluded/ I wasn't the least bit suited/ for a diluted/ identity/ so go ahead and let me breathe/ your heads in the clouds? it must be heavenly/ still I think there's more to see/ check the chorus to "Tennessee"/ my periphal vision/ got guilt emiting/ from the words I'm spitting/ because of the way I'm living/ and in addition/ this well-beings become a prison/ full of indecision/ but yo, I ain't quittin'/ on the contrary I'm driven/ to excel and dispell/ my overprocessing like intel/ A flaw I've begun to know all to well/ with side-effects like when they hit you on your cell/ so what will become of me?/ seems like the last rung I'll never see/ might as well relax with this summer breeze/ and sing along with this song we sing/ (Chorus)
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