Our House
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 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 n*gga 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 sh*t 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 f*ck 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 n*ggas sounding damn
Weak head ya'll suck bad f*ck 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'