Common Market - Back Home (The Return) lyrics

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