Knowmads - In The Basement lyrics

My residents, my room per se
It's gettin' a little musty
A little grimy in the basement
Know what I'm sayin'
I took a shower this morning I
Didn't put the fan on
I let that shit fuckin' fog
Up the whole place

Hah, shruggin' another mornin' yawnin'
Grab my clothes plus my jacket, put it on an'
Out the door drinkin' tea and I'm only
3 minutes late for the fuckin' homie
In the Honda he be jokin'
His mom kinda crazy yo
She probably smokin' ganja
Onto my daily operation
Damn bro I can't wait for graduation
Homework, no sir not me
I be in the basement rappin' to a phat beat
Then my mom calls on the phone an'
Says that she's on her way home an'
I got a second so I take a little nap an'
What goes better wit' a nap but a sack an'
Knapsack with my backpack hat to the front
Got the blunt in my lap y'all
Tell me where you at god


Back in the day way
Way before I even knew what an ol' grape was
Shit I rolled papers
For the complementary rhymes
The elementary kind
Now I'm 'bout to graduate
When I find the motivation
While I'm in the basement
Probably got the pen and pad adjacent
Set for activation
From a generation of mental masturbation
We playing with our heads sayin'
That we feel complacent it's compensation
For these corporations and organizations
Settin' expectations i knock 'em out the box
Kid fuck an occupation i'd rather be a bass
Head with music education
Check the presentation
My anthology is probably
Vibration based with hella bass
So when I breeze you let
The horns getcha open (hah)
I stay jokin' they be smokin' while
I'm makin' dope in the basement

As we blaze this weed at breakneck speeds
My paycheck seems to only feed
What my tape deck needs
I'm just another basement fiend
I might be scared of nightmares
And a waste of dreams but these breaks on me
With J still waiting on the payment
Producing and playing this 9 to
5 beneth the pavement
We're just creating what we
See like some cavemen all you do is say when
Meet me in the basement

Illmatic in the tapedeck
Trippin' with my face red
Plan my mission while I'm
Sittin' in the basement
Used to make pay checks help me stay fresh
Now I spend all my money gettin' wasted
Eatin' fast food, If I have to
Dollas in my pocket get it, got it, thank you
Crack my window
What's the info on the night cap
(hold up man, let me call you right back)
'Ight matt, whatever then peace out, shit
Trevors on his way over from Lee's house kid
And he don't really drink no beer
But he keeps cigarettes behind both his ears
We in the red truck so here's a heads up
To the next generation fillin' keg cups
Too much slackin' leave
You lackin' occupation
So remember to kick it in moderation
In the basement