Broken Halo

(yeah) I got the whole crew packed up in my backseat

Rolling down the block with the windows low Got the tape deck

spinning and a steady flow

Streetlights glowing but we keep it cool

Old school rhyming is the golden rule

We riding out beneath the midnight sky (riding high)

No destination, just the crew

and I (and I)

We keep it moving,

yeah we set the pace

Lost in the rhythm of this dusty space

I got the whole crew packed up in my backseat

We flipped the script and we changed the key

Writing new chapters in the history From the raw basement to the

studio track We take the classic sound and we bring it back

(backseat,

yeah)