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 f___ 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 s___
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
d___ that s___ 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

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