Street Cipher

Yeah

Check the clock, time to move

I write the manual on how to keep the fire lit They

want the blueprint but they cannot copy this Streetlights flicking as the

ink bleeds on the page Step onto the platform and I claim

the center stage No shortcuts,

no easy way around the bend

Just pure grit and a message that I send

This is the concrete symphony,

the heavy sound We build it upward from the frozen ground (we

build it up) This is the concrete symphony,

we make it loud Standing tall,

rising far above the crowd

Concrete reflections, the pavement is my canvas now

They doubted the direction but they see the how No flashy displays,

just the strength of the design Every single syllable aligned upon the

line They chasing after trends that vanish in a week While I

build a monument with every word I speak (talk to 'em)

This is the concrete symphony,

the heavy sound We build it upward from the frozen ground (we

build it up) This is the concrete symphony,

we make it loud Standing tall,

rising far above the crowd Yeah Just the pavement and the pen

(from

the ground up)

We out