Coming Home

[Verse 1] With the effort and elegance of a lyrical veteran I'ma come with the medicine for the one that be Hurt and becomin' sick of the garbage, you wanna hear the coldest 'cause I be the boldest, with the fuckin' manure It's like I'm on a computer when I begin to manipulate A maneuver because I'm off of the Buddha Whenever you want a shooter I do it to make a nigga notice Come and see how I wreck it! Take a peek at the method Like how I come with the records and I can bring in effect An irregular rhetoric, etiquette of an author Start to part the sea of dollars as I walk through it As I fought through it, see me comin' through the doors Comin' like I'm finna go and take a walk in the cathedral I'm feelin' like everybody is evil So I'ma go look at a picture of Mary and talk to it [Verse 2] Come and unshackle the chains, attackin' the game And come after lames, since I feel the flame Spectacular aim when I shoot 'em all in the back of the brain Then leave your scattered remains, because I am provocative I'm an apocalypse and I'm a rocket ship I can sit opposite and be opposition, bet you never been through What I've been through unless you walked in my moccasin Or been in my position! The craziest memory If you play me, it's finna be radiant energy Alien enemy, maybe a mentally superior Being over you with a devastating ability! Reigning an entity! Suckers, we could be fuckery What could be ug-ly, thug-ly, luckily if you Fuck with me or somebody such as me, what to see is What I wouldn't have to go demonstrate or carry out publicly [Verse 3] I'ma dismember ya! I'm still a pimp with a limp and I'm smokin' on hemp With the Henny and any arrival among an immortal will know I can get it, forget it, you fuckin' with an emperor So check your temperature! Because your flow is pathetic And just because I'm sympathetic, a medic is headed In your direction for checkin' to see if you able to be Saved or dead because I was smokin' on indica When I was in the cut! I'm an enig-ma Like Keith Murry, my speech flurries and I speak dirty The beat to eat the unworthy with the heat early Don't be worried, I squeeze like I'm threes from Curry I leave your vision blurry! And kill 'em in a hurry Like I got the llama, a rider for all the drama inside him Left in the alley for his momma to find him I get away even though I'm in designer Twista