

Yeah (uh-huh)
I trace my steps across the cracked concrete Beneath the overhead where
the two lines meet
No map in hand but I still find the rhythm Living in
the lines of a concrete prison (uh-huh) Spin the block and find
a brand new view
Every single day writing something true
We keep moving when the beat drops low
(yeah) Nowhere to run but we still got the flow
We keep moving when the beat drops low
(ooh yeah)
Watch the ink dry as the story unfolds More than just a
story that was never told One for the record and two for
the street
We keep it steady on the offbeat beat (ha-ha) No hesitation when
the pressure is high
We watch the sparks jump up to the sky
We keep moving when the beat drops low
(yeah) Nowhere to run but we still got the flow
We keep moving when the beat drops low
(ooh yeah)
Yeah Just keep
moving (hummmmm)