Dante Jordan - B.C.M.C (feat. Moka Only) Lyrics

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