Homecoming

[Intro]

Little boy can't seem to find your place now

All your funny friends, the ones who have shitty jobs

[Verse 1: El-P]

Sometime in NY, perhaps in the Decepticon era

Like seven or eight grades up from fitting blocks together

Graf kids after school to get chased by rival letters

And skateboards and truck cars and rails

Funny shapes of grip tape

I owned a Mark Rogowski, I rode it goofy-footed

Sicker, I learned to ollie on Colt .45 malt liquor

And that's it, to me, it got not any more acrobatic

We would pedal around Manhattan, for lack of better action

One kid is the point man at Pakistani bodega

He sold those loosey Camel Unfiltered to under-agers

Smoke 'em on the promenade, water balloons drop

Hit car, run from cops, skate quick

Basically loaf on the low [?]

On the laugh with dangerous, nearly vacation

Under the Brooklyn Bridge, across the Brooklyn Banks, show up uninvited

Some kids are drinking beer tonight they're excited

Brooklyn Tech., Brooklyn Friends

Stuyvesant plus rich kids, thug wannabes, and hippie chicks on some escapist shit

We felt the separate fashions and cliques trading places

We formed our own section comprised of Nike Uptowns

Worn on mediocre skaters, it's like this:

Yo, this kid Ivan made the trek from Roose Island

From plastic cup of Cold Duck and a relaxed social environment

He jetted from his section when the meat heads started whylin'

His aesthetic wasn't their style, so they used bats to re-design it

[Hook: Slug & El-P]

Homecoming, homecoming

Homecoming, homecoming

Sometimes it was good

Sometimes it was just a moment of

Vis-a-vis the definitions, and other stimulus

That cause your growing

Homecoming, homecoming

Homecoming, homecoming

Sometimes it was good

And other times contradicted

But no matter where I stood

I still managed to stand

[Verse 2: Slug]

The last time I laughed this hard I was a child

It was the kind of giggle that would make a young mother smile

I can't remember the "Why" but the wallpaper patterns

Had me running in circles trying to defend my Saturn

Just me and my box of Makaveli and cheese

All I really want to do is show you my disease

She didn't have the courage to kiss me goodnight

But I'mma give you my word that everything will be alright

Like, what the fuck?! This phone is disconnected

Just my luck, I need advice before my love gets misdirected

Guess it's just another symptom of, just another victim of

The warfare and those caught between Sean and the Slug

Did I mention the drugs that used to make her spew forth

Carried barely half the pleasure of a pack of Newports?

Breathe it in, breathe it out, what'd it really be about?

I'm trying to lose and allude all excuses to scream and shout

For every moment I spent wishing my parents back together

Would've been better linked to preparin' me for the weather

Rocking my t-shirt that reads "Whatever"

All in an effort to relieve the pressure

That Minnesota good sleep

This wood is cheap, and now fire's back in style

If I had better teeth, I would try to crack a smile

Well, here I am, Mr. Typical

Ridiculously meticulous when painting pictures of pitiful

And little did I know and less did I care

They would chew up an swallow all that I threw out there

"It's not fair," screams the one without a voice

Arm that boy, tell him to aim at the ones that got all the toys

[Hook: Slug & El-P]

This is homecoming, homecoming

Homecoming, homecoming

Sometimes it was good

And other times contradicted

But no matter where I stood

I still managed to stand

Homecoming, homecoming

Homecoming, homecoming

Sometimes it was good

Sometimes it was just a moment of

Vis-a-vis the definitions, and other stimulus

That cause your growing

[Outro: Slug]

There it is, is that what you want?

There it is, is that what you want?

Is that really what you want?

I'm coming home, is that what you want?