Текст песни Our House (Crooked I Commentary) - Slaughterhouse

I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal is
Feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God,
If you're listenin' Please grant me the strength to crush all
Competition You can't blame me for dreaming,
I'm a dreamer And if I'm coming off brash please forgive
Me But, that's all I want I just wanna be the illest MC (
That's all I want) The same time being as real as can be Mayhem,
Sickness, murder, horror These are the kind of words that describe my
Aura G Rap, Ras Kass,
Kurupt Redman I am cut from that cloth Write a rhyme about me,
You a dead man Cool J,
I'm Bad video Learned the whole routine and performed it for
My father's friends While they smoked and drank Symphony, D.
O.
Inspired me to write what Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.
O.
B Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off When we rap
This Jack Frost we outline the track chalk Thank God for the one-two
Cadence Thank God for the lunchroom tables I'm trying to be the
Sickest nigga, dead or alive And if I happen to fall short,
It's been one hell of a ride Chronic 1 and 2,
Looking up at the sky at the sun Up until the day the sun is you You
Listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house Wayne's house,
Nas' house Em's house, Our House So welcome,
To our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find,
Comfort In here, in here,
In here When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper Wanted to be
On the radio and snapping pictures after And so I grabbed my pen and
Pad and scribbled chitter chatter It started off wack But in the
Words of a ten year old,
My shit was getting phatter I hit the studio at 16,
Stupid ill Not knowing how the booth would feel,
What's ADAT's and two inch reel How you ad-lib?
What's a punch?
I ain't a boxer But I sure enough learned the ropes,
Look D and Mike you made a monster Now everyday's a game of Contra,
I got 99 men An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck with it,
I'm telling you Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is
Available I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding,
Damn Weak head, ya'll suck bad,
Fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan I'm finna to be the best in
This profession I've been invested all my life,
So wipe your feet before you step in Our house So welcome,
To our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find,
Comfort In here, in here,
In here I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal
Is feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God,
If you're listenin' Please grant me the strength to crush all
Competition You can't blame me for dreaming,
I'm a dreamer And if I'm coming off brash please forgive
Me But, that's all I want I just wanna be the illest MC (
That's all I want) The same time being as real as can be Yo,
In my house, the lights out No utilities in the facilities Feeling my
Life's 'bout, to wipe out These feelings I'm feeling be killing me I
Pull the mic out, can't strike out Cause if winning is really my
Enemy I pull a nine out,
Blow my mind out Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die Get a piece of that apple pie Life
Is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passes by So I,
Got lyrically complex,
That way I could clock checks Get my moms out the projects,
With these concepts,
Competition can't digest And then I stress cause the road is rough I
Start feeling like shit's sour The electricity in my will power could
Still power the twin towers For ten hours,
So send cowards The message from Crooked I Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em,
Yaowa In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers The way I feel now I
Could spit for six hours Straight, only way to be great,
Is to dig down, If you can hear this sound inside my head sounds like
A fucking drive-by That's what the inside of my mind's like Looking
Back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision,
5 mics Never wanted that so bad well I got-ta go mad Nomad with a
Notepad Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags That bother me,
But I never wanna show that Just don't act like it ever does Even
Though you know that there will never come A day someone blows past
You, never was Someone who's as dope as you ever was And you hope
That's, true cause the competitor in you Couldn't let somebody be
Better than you And you know that,
So you don't ever hold back What you
Gonna go back, to working a regular job?
Fuck that, I'm gonna go hard grab on my,
Gonads Tell them fuck themselves They call me a wigger like Renee
Zell But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad Rap is the only thing
That I was ever really, bad to the bone at Guess I'm similar to,
Gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm Hulk Smash,
So much passion but no compassion If eyes are the windows to the soul
Then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing Alright now here
We go Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf Get ready for the most
Competitive Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans I
Released the cracker it's time to set it again And when it's said and
It's all done None shall ever fuck with this
Squadron So come on in, at your own risk This is (
Our House) Bitch!
So welcome, to our house Where no one,
Comes back out You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here