Travis T
It all started out back in the days when we would rock it,
at the house parties with the “DJ In A Box” kit.
Pouring out my soul to have a handful hear it,
with no one at the show they told us play for the spirits.
When CDs get scratched up they're no longer useful,
but when records get scratched up it's so damn beautiful.
And I can rock a deck until my hands perspire,
I’m just trying to keep our name up at the top of the flyer.
I’m done with jumping hurdles, now I’m only running through them,
make the people say I’m moving at a pace that isn’t human.
We've come a long way, you can't deny it at all,
basic formula’s the same, but the style's evolved.
A little counter-culture and civil disobedience,
positive progression, just a few of the ingredients.
Years spent, miles traveled, plus patience and practice,
we've paid enough dues to write it off on our taxes.
The rap biz has got more pricks than a cactus,
so we came into the game to flip the script like a mattress.
The fact is we're changing the perception of what rap is,
and putting the Pacific Northwest on the atlas.
These days it's getting tough to seek acceptance,
people think you can't dance to music with a message.
If I see it, then I write it, let the lyrics reflect it,
might not like it, but damn well better respect it.

Chorus
Y'all brothers rock it for your fans or the industry?
Cause everything the Sunz got, we did this independently.
We keep it honest like my people rocking way back when,
at the party hollering DJ come on play that gem.

Courage
It's hard work and dedication up in Sunz camp,
roots grow through the underground, blossom like the bomb plant.
Proper nutrients and sunshine, hid away from one time,
strong content, proudly unsigned.
Refuse to be the fucking hostage,
like niggas spitting phony garbage for the radio and corporate office.
Exhausted rappers spit obnoxious,
superficial nonsense and albums void of content.
Years of focus got success coming steadily,
tour the world as fan base grows exponentially.
Getting paid, but rock it for the love essentially,
no handouts, shit aint popping off coincidentally.
This situation here as real as it gets,
sacred planet we can't seem to protect.
Peep the conflict complex, chill or catch a slug to the chest,
as we all consume resources until there aint nothing left.