Hip Hop Hustle

Yeah, yeah

Let's take it back now

Walking down the pavement in the late afternoon Staring at the concrete

while hummin' a tune

Old records spinning, keeping my head in the game

We don't chase the money,

we don't play for the fame Just raw poetry over a beautiful

snare

Breathing in the rhythm of this cool autumn air

This is hep hop,

the original sound

Keep your feet moving while your head spins around (that's right) No

synthetic noise, just the soul and the groove Feel the weight lift,

let your character move

We write the stories of the streets and the rooms From the

early sunrise to the rise of the moons No flashing lights needed

to make the room shake Just honest confessions and the choices we

make So keep the needle dropping on the dusty old groove We

got nothing to lose,

we got nothing to prove

This is hep hop,

the original sound

Keep your feet moving while your head spins around (that's right) No

synthetic noise, just the soul and the groove Feel the weight lift,

let your character move

Yeah, just let it ride (hummmm)