My level my layer started up on Thayer
 
 Got my queen of Martyrs learned a whole lot in Arden
 
 Now I tend my garden and the flowers just bloom
 
 As a kid Hudson River used to look like a lagoon
 
  
  But that was a mirage 'cause the bullets be flying
 
 Nike be the sport but the Fort Tyron to hold a brother
 
 With hands by the throat got my circle in line
  
 
 But I'm not talking about that boat
 
 on the two double O be the man
 
 Called Dyck but there getting comatose on the ave called Post
 
 Many brothers turned ghost now they in the spirit
  
 
 And when the jam plays I know they're gonna hear it and
 
 When the jams on it be strictly an oasis races of all types
 
 Chilling in the Heights never sour like a pickle we fight it
 
 Like a Zippo and if toy fuck around with us we sending missiles 
  
 
 Your pop's got a prob with the way that I prowl
 
 Your mom's got a beef with the horse and the owl
 
 Your bro talks a lot but he's never coming clear
 
 So your moms and your pops and your bro live in fear
  
 
 I'm a really groovy man living in a groovy land
 
 Groove is the move sorta rough sorta smooth
 
 Did it if you can my people understand
 
 I'm a really groovy man jamming in a groovy land
  
 
 My band is a band of people on the run
 
 If you ran with the Klan
 
 then you don't know where we're from
 
 My band is just a babe, lying in the shade
  
 
 We're just a baby band in a really shady land
 
 But the light protrudes when we kick the groove
 
 And the groove is sorta rough then again it's sorta smooth
 
 You can feel it in the mood or freak it in the nude
 
 If you're chillin' on my block then this is how we
 
 How you do?
  
 
 ell I be following my flow so my way is always lit
 
 With the light crazy bright see my flow is like the shit
 
 Can you dig? Yeah!
  
 
 Everybody come and follow me cause I'm free baby free
 
 Chillin like some seeds and my flow makes them grow
 
 So I'm always in the know so I never gotta act
 
 Damn that shit is Walk!
  
 
 Brother fronting on a track "yeah I'm this and I'm that
 
 And I'll beat you with my bat and I'll pop you with my gat"
  
 
 They could never know the style of rocking in the wild
 
 They could never know the style of rocking in the wild
 
 They could never know the style of rocking in the wild
 
 They could never know the style