Chorus - Eligh] - 2XnWise is the way of the walknEyes in a gaze when we talknRise from the stage, from the flamenFrom lines in the sand to the streetnAs long as I land on my feetnWise is the waynn[Verse 1 - Eligh]nBrainiac dumb-dumbs bust the scientificalnPros to the course cause the force is centrifugalnMetaphysical manifestation of gypsy tapestrynExiting the bus so I can gradually expose and beholdnBellowing bottom in, bring your friends, I'll get 'em innThat's what I'm here for, live and direct introspect for your peersnIn town for you to enlighten, see us get down with a mic andnPeek it out from a tight end, I'm a full back, with a full-flownAnd a full bag full of dirty clothesnOff the bus is exodus, I'm exiting the extra busnExtra-large impressionnLeave a piece of my energy anywhere, anyplace I step innSounding like a diamond rhyming, my souls a secret weaponnRelease what we playing for the whole world to accept thennLet it blow into the wind, Mother Earth will take it innCirculate it like a plague, a daily paper front pagenAnother dawning of the age, another spawning of a ragenGet on the bus..nn[Verse 2 Intro - Scarub]nStreet-smart is the way I was taughtnFrom the words, what I do, to my talknThe world is a stage, I'm criminal-mindednWhether footprints in the sand or Adidas on the streetnI stay balanced on my feetnn[Chorus] - 2Xnn[Verse 2 - Scarub]n'Ey yo, We on a world-tournThis type of trip it lasts a lifetimenMy life's a goldmine, stretching like a timelinenI shall proceed and continue to write these rhymes and raw venuesnAnd with these sound waves keep it cracking like a fault linenI send you with ?ingenuitive? lyrics to-gonIn exchange for your time spent, the hottest shownWhen my company flows, the fire in which we burn slow is competitionnWe on a mission, not a small-time thingnThis years most beautiful-ist lyricist, freestyle or writtennWas composed by the crew with double 'L' logos they lifting, YEA!nCars ride by with their booming systemnBut what be missing is these legendary lyrics we spitting (We spitting)nConcoct a rhyme like it was moonshine, homemade mannTake a sip, and while your wasted it's bass line andnFall deeper in love with that art form that keeps your heart warmnLonging for more of that classic-rap above the normnn[Verse 3 Intro - Murs]nG is the way of the walknTell my homies throwing B's and them C's on the blocknPut a freeze on the glock, please can we talknAnd put an end to the beef and have some peace on the streets?nn[Chorus]nn[Verse 3 - Murs]nSee I'm sixty-nine inches above sea-levelnNinety-three million miles above these devilsnSound man be sabotaging levels in the clubn'Cause they white-snake fans, no hip-hop lovenSo I stay after shows, build with my fansnJust in case they missed the flow I make sure they understandnThat I'm just another man trying to figure out lifenSo I'm more than polite when they purchase merchandisenMatter fact, 'come and get it' cause it helps to keep me breadednAnd I hope that it shows in the shows when I'm sweatingnIn some crazy-ass pants while I punk-rock dancen'Till your arms get sore from throwing up your handsnAnd I really don't mind anything you want signednCause my dudes back home, they out on the grindnWith some work and a nine, and about to do nine, with a baby doing nine monthsnSo why front? I stay humblenHumble is the way of the walk when I stumble off stage and engage in a talknYea, I'm paid for the props, but famous I'm NOTnSo when you see me on the streets go ahead and say PEACEnn[Chorus] Repeat until end