Coming Home - Twista

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 and 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’m wreckin'!

Take a peek at the method

Like how I come with the records and I can bring in effect

An irregular rhetoric, etiquette of a artist

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

Come and unshackle the chains, attackin' the game

And come after lames and?

suffer?

the flames

Spectacular aim when I shoot 'em all in the back of the brain

your scatter 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 worth to see is

What I wouldn’t have to go demonstrate or carry out publicly

I’ma dismember ya!

I’m still a pimp with a limp and I’m smokin' on hemp

With the Henny and any’ll rival among an immortal

In order 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 trees from curry

I leave your vision blurry!

And kill 'em in a hurry

Like I got the llama, a rider for all the drama is seldom

Left in the alley for his mom and the Phantom’ll

Get away even though I’m in designer

Twista