Wise Is the Way

[- Eligh] - 2X
 Wise is the way of the walk
 Eyes in a gaze when we talk
 Rise from the stage, from the flame
 From lines in the sand to the street
 As long as I land on my feet
 Wise is the way
 Brainiac dumb-dumbs bust the scientifical
 Pros to the course cause the force is centrifugal
 Metaphysical manifestation of gypsy tapestry
 Exiting the bus so I can gradually expose and behold
 Bellowing bottom in, bring your friends, I'll get 'em in
 That's what I'm here for, live and direct introspect for your peers
 In town for you to enlighten, see us get down with a mic and
 Peek it out from a tight end, I'm a full back, with a full-flow
 And a full bag full of dirty clothes
 Off the bus is exodus, I'm exiting the extra bus
 Extra-large impression
 Leave a piece of my energy anywhere, anyplace I step in
 Sounding like a diamond rhyming, my souls a secret weapon
 Release what we playing for the whole world to accept then
 Let it blow into the wind, Mother Earth will take it in
 Circulate it like a plague, a daily paper front page
 Another dawning of the age, another spawning of a rage
 Get on the bus.
 Street-smart is the way I was taught
 From the words, what I do, to my talk
 The world is a stage, I'm criminal-minded
 Whether footprints in the sand or Adidas on the street
 I stay balanced on my feet
 - 2X
 'Ey yo, We on a world-tour
 This type of trip it lasts a lifetime
 My life's a goldmine, stretching like a timeline
 I shall proceed and continue to write these rhymes and raw venues
 And with these sound waves keep it cracking like a fault line
 In exchange for your time spent, the hottest show
 When my company flows, the fire in which we burn slow is competition
 We on a mission, not a small-time thing
 This years most beautiful-ist lyricist, freestyle or written
 Was composed by the crew with double "L" logos they lifting, YEA!
 Cars ride by with their booming system
 Concoct a rhyme like it was moonshine, homemade man
 Take a sip, and while your wasted it's bass line and
 Fall deeper in love with that art form that keeps your heart warm
 Longing for more of that classic-rap above the norm
 G is the way of the walk
 Tell my homies throwing B's and them C's on the block
 Put a freeze on the glock, please can we talk
 And put an end to the beef and have some peace on the streets?
 See I'm sixty-nine inches above sea-level
 Ninety-three million miles above these devils
 Sound man be sabotaging levels in the club
 'Cause they white-snake fans, no hip-hop love
 So I stay after shows, build with my fans
 Just in case they missed the flow I make sure they understand
 That I'm just another man trying to figure out life
 So I'm more than polite when they purchase merchandise
 Matter fact, "come and get it" cause it helps to keep me breaded
 And I hope that it shows in the shows when I'm sweating
 In some crazy-ass pants while I punk-rock dance
 'Till your arms get sore from throwing up your hands
 And I really don't mind anything you want signed
 Cause my dudes back home, they out on the grind
 With some work and a nine, and about to do nine, with a baby doing nine months
 So why front? I stay humble
 Humble is the way of the walk when I stumble off stage and engage in a talk
 Yea, I'm paid for the props, but famous I'm NOT
 So when you see me on the streets go ahead and say PEACE
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