| I’m hollering at your feminine side
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| Is it or isn’t it genuine? |
| Let women decide
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| For men will ever judge from within this
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| Minute in time, and the standard I’m held to is
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| From another planet, I landed here when mine fell through
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| Alienated by no paleontological ties
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| But never is this kid discredited by the honorable
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| All rise, son — the sun presides, the abominable
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| Find it comical I call my shine beyond nominal, uh
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| My handle fine-tuned to channel 19
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| Address my living letters, better left unsigned
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| Though punctual, no wonder you’re some kind of comfortable
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| Stomach full of lunch-line chuck and junk food
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| Empty calories will soon catch up, comments are
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| Covered in condiments, son it must have been my fat gene’s dominant
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| Common represents the conjugate that heaven sent to compliment
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| The veteran’s accomplishment, the conscious honor it, but
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| Whispers of them do us like we’re disingenuous, like
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| You only rock it for the paper that’s thrown
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| As if this is an end to my condition of indigence
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| Nah, we holding stock in something sacred as stone
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| So when victims of insolence rise above the influence
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| I open the flock to those who made it alone
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| It’s the mission of men who just write despite ignorance
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| Yo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back home
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| This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)
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| Where we don’t get caught up in between with the nonsense
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| This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)
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| Never worrying about grief
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| Define your residence, if these 4 walls simply shelter you from elements
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| I recommend you get out more
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| Off base you face a down pour, catch a taste of what the
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| Town’s renowned for, these spates will drown y’all
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| Slick and precipitous, I’m bloodied up, to the
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| City of Brotherly Love, 206 is the antithesis
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| My tolerance is type ridiculous, though I
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| Continuously seek forgiveness for the shit I wished upon you
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| A disservice to mom dukes — she raised me better
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| For her baby, set a greater precedent to gauge and measure success
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| And I know she will never love me no less
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| But you sycophants are sick, ugly and grotesque
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| I’m amongst the monstrous who breathe fire out the nostrils
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| Akin to conquerors you read about in the gospels
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| Inhospitable are the Pontius, Pilate the prefect
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| These Sea-dwelling fellas ain’t accepted me yet
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| So I stay on my biz and if he play the periphery he
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| Control the block around the space them cats own
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| I see this state of misery as the greatest gift to me, yo
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| My golden op will be escaping that drone
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| See I’m a late epiphany, uh, away from mendicancy
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| I told ‘em stop it, son — don’t wait for that loan
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| I heard they say it’s trickery, but we’re making history
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| Yo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Home (The Return) , by - Common Market. Song from the album Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп