

(yeah) (Brooklyn) (uh-huh, let's go) I'm standing tall in the cold street light
We build this spark and we make it bright No hesitation,
we own the night (that's right)
Step on the concrete,
rhythm is tight
Rhymes in the pocket,
we doing it right From the brownstone steps to the avenue floor
We keep it moving,
they calling for more (talk to 'em)
We write the future,
we honor the past Built on a groove that was destined to
last Gold on the collar and gold in the soul Taking the
rhythm and taking control
Oh, we got exactly what you need (ooh yeah) Feel the energy
begin
to breathe
I'm standing tall in the cold street light We build this spark
and we make it bright
No hesitation, we own the night (we own it,
baby)
Yeah, we out (Brooklyn)