Wise Is the Way - Living Legends

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

'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

I send you with ingenuitive lyrics to-go

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

But what be missing is these legendary lyrics we spitting (We spitting)

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 could 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 due in 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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