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