Album Name

welcome to: OUR HOUSE (Deluxe)

Artist

Slaughterhouse

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2012.01.01

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Our House (Feat. Eminem ＆ Skylar Grey) - 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 thank God
if you're listenin'
Please give 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
Learn the whole routine
and perform it
for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony D.O.C. 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 whack
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 thank God
if you're listenin'
Please give 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 in
Side my head sounds
like a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of
my mind's like
Looking back on
My career even
Hindsights
Tunnel vision
5 mics
Never wanted that so bad
well I got-ta go mad
No mad 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 someone
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 theyselves
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 Yelawo
lf be ready
for the most competitive
Clique in the world
it's like Clash Of The Titans
I'm releasing the cracker
it's time to set it again
And when it's said and
it's all done
None shall 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