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Chorus - Eligh] - 2X |
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Wise is the way of the walk |
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Eyes in a gaze when we talk |
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Rise from the stage, from the flame |
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From lines in the sand to the street |
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As long as I land on my feet |
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Wise is the way |
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[Verse 1 - Eligh] |
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Brainiac dumb-dumbs bust the scientifical |
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Pros to the course cause the force is centrifugal |
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Metaphysical manifestation of gypsy tapestry |
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Exiting the bus so I can gradually expose and behold |
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Bellowing bottom in, bring your friends, I'll get 'em in |
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That's what I'm here for, live and direct introspect for your peers |
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In town for you to enlighten, see us get down with a mic and |
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Peek it out from a tight end, I'm a full back, with a full-flow |
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And a full bag full of dirty clothes |
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Off the bus is exodus, I'm exiting the extra bus |
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Extra-large impression |
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Leave a piece of my energy anywhere, anyplace I step in |
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Sounding like a diamond rhyming, my souls a secret weapon |
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Release what we playing for the whole world to accept then |
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Let it blow into the wind, Mother Earth will take it in |
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Circulate it like a plague, a daily paper front page |
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Another dawning of the age, another spawning of a rage |
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Get on the bus.. |
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[Verse 2 Intro - Scarub] |
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Street-smart is the way I was taught |
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From the words, what I do, to my talk |
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The world is a stage, I'm criminal-minded |
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Whether footprints in the sand or Adidas on the street |
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I stay balanced on my feet |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[Verse 2 - Scarub] |
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'Ey yo, We on a world-tour |
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This type of trip it lasts a lifetime |
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My life's a goldmine, stretching like a timeline |
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I shall proceed and continue to write these rhymes and raw venues |
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And with these sound waves keep it cracking like a fault line |
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I send you with ?ingenuitive? lyrics to-go |
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In exchange for your time spent, the hottest show |
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When my company flows, the fire in which we burn slow is competition |
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We on a mission, not a small-time thing |
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This years most beautiful-ist lyricist, freestyle or written |
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Was composed by the crew with double 'L' logos they lifting, YEA! |
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Cars ride by with their booming system |
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But what be missing is these legendary lyrics we spitting (We spitting) |
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Concoct a rhyme like it was moonshine, homemade man |
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Take a sip, and while your wasted it's bass line and |
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Fall deeper in love with that art form that keeps your heart warm |
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Longing for more of that classic-rap above the norm |
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[Verse 3 Intro - Murs] |
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G is the way of the walk |
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Tell my homies throwing B's and them C's on the block |
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Put a freeze on the glock, please can we talk |
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And put an end to the beef and have some peace on the streets? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3 - Murs] |
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See I'm sixty-nine inches above sea-level |
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Ninety-three million miles above these devils |
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Sound man be sabotaging levels in the club |
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'Cause they white-snake fans, no hip-hop love |
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So I stay after shows, build with my fans |
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Just in case they missed the flow I make sure they understand |
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That I'm just another man trying to figure out life |
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So I'm more than polite when they purchase merchandise |
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Matter fact, 'come and get it' cause it helps to keep me breaded |
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And I hope that it shows in the shows when I'm sweating |
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In some crazy-ass pants while I punk-rock dance |
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'Till your arms get sore from throwing up your hands |
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And I really don't mind anything you want signed |
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Cause my dudes back home, they out on the grind |
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With some work and a nine, and about to do nine, with a baby doing nine months |
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So why front? I stay humble |
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Humble is the way of the walk when I stumble off stage and engage in a talk |
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Yea, I'm paid for the props, but famous I'm NOT |
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So when you see me on the streets go ahead and say PEACE |
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[Chorus] Repeat until end |
