Backspin Streets

Yeah, yeah Turn the headphones up a little bit

Check, check

Concrete canvas where the stories unfold Another block,

another chapter, truths untold We count the steps on the cracked pavement

strip No shortcuts taken on this lifelong trip Keep the pocket steady

while the bassline rides

We find the rhythm where the heartbeat hides This is the rhythm

of the brick and stone (that's right) We build our empires on

what we own (gimme that beat)

No silver spoons, just a pen and a mic

Living out the stories that we actually like

I paint a picture with the words I choose

Nothing to gain and not a thing to lose Just classic syntax

on a raw drum loop

Gathering the family inside the loop

We keep it moving past the corner store sign Writing down history

one single line

This is the rhythm of the brick and stone (yeah) We build

our empires on what we own (uh-huh)

No silver spoons, just a pen and a mic

Living out the stories that we actually like

Yeah, old school mentality

From the ground up

We out