Grainy Groove

Yeah, turn the headphones up a little bit.

Yeah, just

like that. (uh-huh) Cracked plaster on the studio wall Watching the needle

drop, waiting for the beat to fall

Slicing up the breaks from a crate in the basement

Raw poetry, there is no replacement Rhymes spun like gold on a

spinning black platter We focus on the soul,

let the cheap talk chatter

Keep it spinning on the dusty wheel

We only talk about the things we feel (uh-huh)

Yeah, the rhythm makes the heart heal

Dusty grooves keeping it real

We chase the dust,

let the clean tracks sleep Digging through the crates where the memories

run deep Thirteen blocks down in the corner of the shop Found

a forgotten groove, made the whole block hop Ink on the page

like the grooves on the wax We tell the real stories and

we state the facts

Keep it spinning on the dusty wheel

We only talk about the things we feel (yeah)

Yeah, the rhythm makes the heart heal

Dusty grooves keeping it real

Just let the record spin (mmm)

Dusty grooves (yeah)