The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
 Rain support roots that implants the tree
 There's a breeze   in the park  kites fly high
 Under the branches  con vertibles fly by
 The sky..

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 ..blue  fields green
 Paints a picture that creates a scene
 of the destiny that controls my fate
 Reflections of light  creates shapes

 [Prince Poetry]
 Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the street
 When I pass, I go Beep! Beep! Beep!

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 See the black boy over there runnin scared
 His old man runs numbers summers
 Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
 doesn't have a new pair of sneakers
 So he combinates people's numbers in sequence
 when play straight, but not in the leaders

 [Organized Konfusion]
 Hip-Hop pumps inside of Jeeps and cars
 It's daytime but we still peep stars
 Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go
 We gotta step, let's, jet!

 We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
 We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
 We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
 We gotta walk into the sun!
 We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
 We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
 We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
 We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 Love and hate, black and white
 Right or wrong, who is right?
 Some smoke joints to annoint their brain
 to the vanishing point, so they won't go insane

 [Prince Poetry]
 Mother may I? Yes you may
 Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
 I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
 You better call next, and step to the side

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme
 I just wanna go on a ride
 on a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..

 [Prince Poetry]
 ..individually, we go our seperate ways
 to get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
 Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
 with my boots that I nickname Tim-ber
 Here comes dayfall
 I can remember when we used to chill and hang
 with Paul, Sea..

 [Organized Konfusion]
 We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
 We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
 We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
 We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..

 Sittin on a stoop, while the Johnny-pump shoots
 water while we eat fruits
 The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
 the girls display flesh by the way they dress

 [Prince Poetry]
 The Ave surprises, the fulfilling collage
 of scratches that strike like sticky matches
 Attacking techniques with combinating
 Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension
 I bypass Howard, and detour Benson
 Cause I don't really feel like fencing today
 So I chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow..
 .. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you
 But at the same time, it attacks you
 In this particular era of darkness
 Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this
 trail to follow the light that's guiding you from
 the evil that you walk into the sun
 From what I see it's an addiction
 I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction
 Grab my hand, hold it tightly
 Close your eyes and maybe you might see what I see
 Yo, what I said simplistic
 But what I see's not materialistic

 [Prince Poetry]
 My hayfever is actin up, so I took a couple of antihistamines
 WHEW! I got struck with relief
 Now patiently, I wait for the summer
 Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer
 A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach
 Rolling Rock's, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocks
 The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from Pros' Peak
 The scenario, where we go pumpin the Alpine stereo
 Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-
 -round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission
 Hittin the streets of New York in zig-zags
 Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named Erald
 who creates with charts
 Central Park swarms with intellectual dialects
 With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs
 So I dip dip dive
 Listen to the musicians in the park play live
 The Funky Drummer was drummin even though he was a bum
 Some couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended
 With the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb
 I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
 Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
 I gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out