Sax Streets

(aww yeah, dynamic sax solo)

Watch the needle drop,

let the rhythm ignite

Rhymes polished clean in the cold city light From the concrete block

to the studio booth We drop the heavy drums,

lay down the absolute truth (yeah,

listen close)

That's the sound of the street,

let the saxophone speak

(let it blow, let it blow) Rising up from the pavement,

seven days a week

(seven days) With the boom on the one,

and the bap on the two

We carve the path clean with a pen and a pad Best

groove in the game that you ever have had Spinning gold out

of dust, making memories last Future in our hands while we honor

the past (bring it back, uh)

Let it breathe for a second

(uh,

just like that)

Now bring

that heavy rhythm back,

watch the crowd

react

That's the sound of the street,

let the saxophone speak

(let it blow, let it blow) Rising up from the pavement,

seven days a week

(seven days) With the boom on the one,

and the bap on the two

Yeah, East Coast flavor (keeping it real)