Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Back Home’ by A-Cyde. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A-Cyde or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords
Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf
Past the racism and fake-ism
Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs
You other rappers mad soft, mad I rap my ass off
They throwin’ mats off, till I go bath salt
On wax, spitting heat to melt the wax off
I’m Mr Miyagi and Issey Miyake
Ass hole flow, f*ck name brands, past logos
Now I’m onto grand raps, hands so low, uh
It’s like my fashion style is the life saver
Guess she wasn’t satisfied with titties that Christ gave her
Bragging that her new ass shots is a life changer
Head so good on that girl that I might pay her, or no
Super laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone
Tell them lil’ niggas Flacko home
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Father, Lord forgive me as I load up the semi
Roll through the city, that Joseph is in me
Hold it, don’t load it, reload it
On plenty, any, [?]
That ever voted against me, dissed me
Pissed me off then tried to hold it against me
Or wish we off the worst luck that ever hated
Never hesitated, the designated (all of the wrong) they did me
You stored in my memory all of the doors that I thought of
Means walk from my enemies
Sippin’ holy water like it’s bore from my kidneys
Load the smoke like a chimney, make a toast for the memories
Make a toast for the henny, it’s the best for the remedies
Energy, synergy, frienemies, industries
Finna get advantage on him and his nemesis
Bitches been sniffing
If I, if I ain’t the greatest, bitch I’m one of em
How in the f*ck could you front on em
My old ho beefing, my ex won’t be friends
Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace Yams
Rest in peace Yams, RIP A$AP Yamborghini
We gon’ take it up town one time
We gon’ take em back, show em how me do
They call me Pretty Flacko ladies and gentlemen
I’d like to introduce Pretty Flacko Sr
Yasiin Bey
Magnum spectacular, black man megalas
Shine amethyst, fly champion, it’s like that again
What’s happening? Mathematics master blin’
Flacko season, all day, erryday
Ask me how it’s going, I tell em on and on and on and on and
You led me out to [?]
Steady flowing, staying golden
Sand cover, ready Rover
Flacko glowing in that Owens, that’s how it’s going
Awareness to the areas, familiar with the routes
Travellin man, moving through places space in time
In a country called Earth