Comin' Thru Lyrics & Chords By Chali 2na

(Comin' thru today) Welcome to Terrordome
I'm your host, the friendly neighborhood baritone
Vocals channel the spirits of old poets
I don't drink, my glass never will hold Moët
Similar to Paul Lawrence Dunbar, from the crew you thought was just all chorus and one star
Nah, I'm one sixth of a clique that run shit,
My commercial counterparts are in constant conflict, I'm

(Comin' thru today)
A lotta details, on my body be scales, I'm from Ida B. Wells
People see? feelin' good times since like eleven
With a really deep militant mind like Michael Evans
Every posse recline, and watch me get applause
Formin' reservoirs on your desert shores
You're witnessin' mental and verbal fitness, friend
Tuna fish that descended from Lake Michigan

(Hey, wait a minute) What?
(Who are you?) (I-I-I'm Charlie Tuna)
[Chorus:]
(Comin' thru today) Competition, listen
(You know what to do {Go for what you know})Chali 2-N-A {I said so}
Bringin' it straight to you {Did you hear me?}
(Comin' thru today {Go for what you know})
(You can't pass it by {I said so})
Chali 2-N-A, comin' straight from Chi'

All day when I say that I'm much more than just some backpack crap,
Intelligent rap act or militant black cat, I'm
Killing venomous platinum plaque macks
By forever spittin' relevant facts, and that's that
And how you play the game is how the game plays you, way true
Cadence is wild style, like phase two
To run without rest and blessed, my skull's laced with titanium plates that pass metal detection, yes
Instant vintage, peepin' the trenches, every sentence can leave speakers defenseless
Peekin' through fences and speakin' bleaker than Memphis
Piquing your interest with heat-seeking intentions

(Hey, wait a minute) What, man?
(Who are you?) (I-I-I'm Charlie Tuna)
[Chorus]

(Comin' through today)
I'm from the city where they
Buried Al Capone and house music was born
Robert Kelly performed and heavy styles were shown
I made hijra and settled miles from home
Coast to coast, LA from Chicago
With the apostle spitting this gritty gospel
The ghetto diplomat, apocalyptic rap
I've yet to come to grips with that fact

(Hey, wait a minute)
You're learnin' while the turntable turnin'
People should know me more than for just a verbal Herman
Munster, what?
(Who are you?) (I-I-I'm Charlie Tuna)
[Chorus]