B.C.M.C (feat. Moka Only)

Let us take you from the Couver, puffin on a buddah hookah Cross the Salish seas of emcees and producers Unknowns that you aint used ta By the Strait of Juan De Fuca grew the greats that I salute to make the future Like every place we got our flakes with pop rhymes I can't relate, they beat break, Im seeing stop signs And the needy hunger now for the top prize But the real BC underground is offline You can find it in the climate The Grouse Grind Sea to Sky and behind it, mountains outlined Up the sunshine, coast along Toke the chron on the Coquihalla til its close to dawn Oh how I, remember when we partied in Pemberton Line ups at bars that they'd never let us in But never deterred me From Fernie to Port Alberni Heard me, another gun shot in Surrey So we burn weed on the skytrain back now Gettin' trashed round Gastown Finally made the ferry line then I passed out On my way back to Van Isle From Vic town to the OK Lifted pros got that propane From Nanaimo to Esquimalt Ill take it all like its my fault Grand Forks to Granville We gun hold em at a stand still From Nelson to Nakusp We got the tunes you can trust Long mile to 100 mile Making music is a must I've driven through Sicamous but didn't float on a house boat Though we always talked bout taking one out on Sproat though Island View beach whippin' kelp, Oh Lake party's at Elk though The water wasn't cleanest So we moved those gigs to Thetis Risk jumpin off cliffs an see who can dive deepest As kids on D'arcy Island we'd always be Checkin out the old leper colonies Later on I'd be at partys wildin' across from the Olive Tree Royal Oak outrunnin cops with some tin foiled dope Spoiled hopes of being broke Waiting on the boat bumpin Moke Long mile present aint Long mile past But there's enough of us to reminisce an put it on smash If I was there I might be dozin, In Metchosin Or rollin with my man Hype Mischief on summer nights A BC MC lifting you from your slumber right Down to rock a show if the numbers right My crown aint got to glow cause I run the mic Precise operator, producer and engineer, Moke Peace, see ya later Gator In BC its well known Its hard as hell to own a home So broke from loans, feels like broken bones But you can breathe the best air in our global zone An breathe the best smoke that we grow from home Finally they made it legal in my postal code But first they shut down all the grows Just goes to show They wanna even out the numbers with an overdose Up the rent an all, give em fentanyl an just go for ghost But come and float the coast I don't mean to boast But its better than most From Vic town to the OK Lifted pros got that propane From Nanaimo to Esquimalt Ill take it all like its my fault Grand Forks to Granville We gun hold em at a stand still From Nelson to Nakusp We got the tunes you can trust Long mile to 100 mile Making music is a must