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Our House

Slaughterhouse, Eminem28 Aug 2012

Our House Lyrics

 

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'

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 b*tch 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 sh*t'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 f*cking 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

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 d**e 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

F*ck that I'm gonna go hard grab on my gonads

Tell them f*ck 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 Yelawolf

Be 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 f*ck with this squadron

So come on in at your own risk

This is (our house) b*tch

So welcome to our house

Where no one comes back out

You won't find comfort

In here in here in here

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***