Goin' Home

Uh
That's heat, fool
Junction funk
Yeah, this Saafir
I'm about to lace you like this here

Put in a hard day's work every time I insert lines
Time is spinnin' sense in my region
Seasoning the zone, a blessing is given in every poem
I think and speak like a player, I gotta show 'em
So, um, peep the twisted mind state of a rhyme great
That makes cut you down like Gotti
Hit you like a wing, bang, Hitler, Nazi
Got these nuts locked down, I shot clowns
They couldn't hear Saafir with a hearin' aid (What?)
This is some holiday shit, don't fear gettin' paid
I'm versatile, but I'll never switch 'til the grave
I'm worth your Abe Lincolns
I stay fat, never shrinkin', I'm puttin' my ink in
For my Westbound folks in old schools
On Rally's or ridin' triple gold spokes, yeah
Reggie Savage in this rap shit
Can't spit a style that many can't match
A with the stench of bomb, 'cause this is what that be
I'm from the Junction Funk Division, H-O-E
Back up off me, I'm saucy
Whether it's written or off the dome
Even though I never left, Saafir, yeah, goin' home

I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (To the hills)

Follow me if you wanna touch down solidly
Got more than a twenty-minute nut, yeah, pardon me (What?)
Never side on my Folies, bow down or cop a plea
Stay focused even though hibachi females watchin' me
My head don't inflate, larger than that rhyme plate
I'm spittin' on and that's real money now
I'm true to the game, so when it's recognized
Or chastised, I don't feel funny style (Never that)
I see ya, never pretend to have amnesia
I gets doubted even though I'm routed for shot callin'
Big ballin', haulin' the scrilla, I'm federal
And been around the country, but I'm still broke
Anticipate my expression, I'm real though
I still soak from Luckys if I need it badly
Tangeray never has me
'97 The year for Playerlistic tactics
Make my paper, then stack it under my mattress
I'm at this, devising a plan to be the man
I'm amp in my concentration camp
Pickin' up my mail, no time for stamps or tramps
With damp drawers, from that Westbound comes a sound (Yeah)
Fo' sho' to have it sewn, one love goin' home
'Cause that's where the money is, man

I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (To the hills)

Over this heavyweight bang
I'ma levitate this slang in a fly way
So you can mob it on the highway
Or if you like to swing it sideways, then do that
But it's like this, Saafir never stops pursuin' rap (True style)
I pursue rap like five-oh pursue you
And I'm tryin' to make more money than Clinton do
So feel me and get with this off the dome
I'm lettin' you know, Saafir is goin' home
To the hills

I'm goin' home
Junction funk (Funk)
Goin' home
Nine-seven
Nine-seven to the house
Junction
Goin' home

I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (To the hills)
I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
And I'm tryin' to lace this money (I'm goin' home)
I'm goin' home
In this land of milk and honey (To the hills, to the hills)

Yeah, Jazzy, lace me
Yeah, for those of you who don't like it, please unlace me
Mumble junction
I represent the mines
I funk the mines every time