Spit Snare

Yeah, bringing it back to the roots.
Strictly rhythm.

Walking down the street with a rhythm in my head.
Kick, snare, kick, snare, enough said.
Vocal scratch on the track, bring it back.
(Wiki-wiki, Wiki-wiki, Yeah)

Classic flow, strictly analog soul.
Keep the tempo, never lose control.
Boots and Cats and Boots and Cats.
That's the rhythm, that's where it's at.

Cipher in the park, circle round.
Pass the mic, don't make a sound.
Just the beat, just the heat.
Concrete jungle under my feet.
(Pshh... Pshh... Cymbals crash)

(Wiki-wiki-waa! Wiki-wiki-waa!)
(Chicka-chicka-chicka-Ah!)

Classic flow, strictly analog soul.
Keep the tempo, never lose control.
Boots and Cats and Boots and Cats.
That's the rhythm, that's where it's at.

Old school logic.
Don't stop.
Peace.