| 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 |