Brooklyn Flow

Yeah, yeah Check the rhythm Representing that true school

I paint the pavement with the words I spit Straight from the

underground, this classic hit No artificial flare,

just the raw design We stepping through the gate,

reclaiming the line (uh-huh)

We keep it moving,

keeping it true That East Coast flavor coming through to you (yeah)

No time to wait,

we hit the ground

That classic boom bap sound (that's right) So watch the needle hit

the spinning plate

We rock the mic and never hesitate Writing the future on a

dusty page A natural presence when we take the stage (we take

the stage)

From the concrete block to the studio light

We keep the flame burning hot and bright

(keep it

bright)

We keep it moving,

keeping it true That East Coast flavor coming through to you (yeah)

No time to wait,

we hit the ground

That classic boom bap sound (that's right) Yeah,

we out

Keep it real (always)