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[Intro] Yeah, set it off Ninety-six on the clock, let the whole block nod [Verse 1] I walk in with a notebook bent at the spine Four blue lines where I sharpened each rhyme Bus pass tucked in the pocket of my coat Every stop gave me something to quote Corner-store wisdom, change in the palm Old heads talking while the kettle stayed calm I learned timing from the trains underground Leave space, then bring the whole room around No borrowed crown, I built mine from scraps Turned loose-leaf dreams into drum-machine maps Now every sentence got a hinge and a latch One clean phrase make the whole thought snap [Chorus] Keep it moving, let the rhythm find a way Feet on the pavement, make a mark and make it stay Say it plainly, then we raise it to the sky If the beat keeps knocking, we don’t need to ask why [Verse 2] I got a pocket full of plans and a pen with no cap Still writing through the rattle of the late-night cab My crew bring heat without burning the room Make a small stage feel the size of a ballroom Crisp words cut clean, no polish on the truth Every bar got mileage, every hook got roots I flip a hard week into something we can wear Put a little gold thread through the fraying everywhere From the stoop to the station, the message travels fast A good line outlives a bad forecast So when the bass rolls in, let the doubt step aside We came to leave a signature, not just pass by [Chorus] Keep it moving, let the rhythm find a way Feet on the pavement, make a mark and make it stay Say it plainly, then we raise it to the sky If the beat keeps knocking, we don’t need to ask why [Bridge] One for the builders, two for the brave Three for the ones who refused to behave Hands in the air when the pocket gets tight We turn a little pressure into something upright [Verse 3] Now the room knows the name of the game we play No shortcuts in the craft, just a cleaner display Bassline warm like a lamp by the chair Drums hit hard enough to rearrange the air I keep the hook simple so the whole crew sings Let the verse carry sparks, let the chorus bring wings Every setback got a lesson in disguise I read between the lines, then I rewrite the replies This is grown-up hustle with a young heart intact A classic frame rebuilt with a modern finish intact When the final snare lands, let the silence testify We didn’t chase the moment—we taught the moment to fly [Final Chorus] Keep it moving, let the rhythm find a way Feet on the pavement, make a mark and make it stay Say it plainly, then we raise it to the sky If the beat keeps knocking, we don’t need to ask why [Outro] Keep it moving Leave a mark and make it stay Ninety-six, still riding That’s the way
