The Groove, the Move, the Rhythms in your street, The Stars descend, in the heartbeats of this beat, The alley, the park, where the music starts to grow, The rhythm bugs dance, and the vibes start to flow. The light, the dance, the soul for the trance, The melody wraps, with a jazz for your chance, The vibe, the high, the beat's so fly, The scene gets lit when the rhythm's in the sky. The clap, the step, the young minds connect, The crowd moves in sync, with the beat they elect, The beat, the heat, the Planets' sweet treat, The people catch the wave, with the music so complete. A pocket full of soul, The smooth, the groove, the cool city dudes, The psychedelic sounds that put the scene in the news, The vibe, the love, the names that we choose, The hunger for the beat's why we couldn't refuse. The dance moves on, the colors so strong, The rhythm takes the stage, the youth can't stay long, The street with the beat, the night's only sweet, The group after group, they make the ground meet. The true essence is raw, the new era's law, The beat by the gram, the soul by the draw, The fashion's on point, with the kicks that are bold, A pocket full of soul. The wide, the deep, feel the journey steep, The loops, the vibe, we're making it sweet, The echo, the shout, with style all about, The loose jeans, the hair, the culture we scout. The sparkle in the gaze, the kids setting ablaze, The crew from the stars, the energy that pays, The hustle, the flow from the rhyme we bestow, We take it to the max. The records won't fade, the essence we've made, The city shares the pulse, the rhythm we've laid, The mellow mood, the soul that's renewed, The living it raw, the cool has ensued. A pocket full of soul, A pocket full, a pocket full, the DJ spins a pocket full, A pocket full, a pocket full, the MC drops a pocket full, A pocket full, a pocket full, the beatbox shares a pocket full, A pocket full, a pocket full, the scene always gives you that pocket full.
