Artist: Slaughterhouse f/ Eminem, Skylar Grey Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: Our House Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Eminem] + (Royce) 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 dreamin, I'm a dreamer And if I'm comin 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 bein as real as can be) [Royce Da 5'9"] 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 drink, 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 as Jack Frost we outline the track chalk Thank GOD for the one-two cadence Thank GOD for the lunchroom tables I'm tryin 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 Lookin up at the sky at the sun, up until the day the sun is you You're listenin to hip-hop You in Jay house, Wayne house, Nas house, Em house (our house) [Chorus: Skylar Grey] So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You might find, comfort In here, in here, in here [Joell Ortiz] When I was a lil' boy I wanted to be a rapper Wanted to be on the radio and snappin pictures after And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter-chatter It started off wack, but in the words of a 10-year old my shit was gettin phatter I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill Not knowin how the booth would feel, what's a DATs and 2-inch reels? How you ad lib? What's a punch? I ain't a boxer But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike, y'all made a monster Now every day'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 tellin you Cause anyone can get dusted long as production is available I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggaz soundin, DAMN! Weak head, y'all suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan I'm finna be the best in this profession I've been invested all my life so wipe your feet before you step in (our house) [Chorus] [Eminem] + (Joe Budden) 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 dreamin, I'm a dreamer And if I'm comin off brash please forgive me But, that's all I want (I just wan' be the illest MC) That's all I want (same time bein as real as can be) [Crooked I] Yo, in my house the lights out, no utilities in this facility Feelin my life's 'bout, to wipe out, these feelings I'm feelin be killin me I pull a mic out, can't strike out, cause if winnin is really my enemy I'll pull a 9 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 fly jets Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest And then I stress cause the road is ROUGH, I start feelin like shit's sour The electricity in my willpower, can still power, the Twin Towers for ten hours, so send cowards the message from Crooked I, Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa [Eminem] In our, house we spittin like six hours, the way I feel now I can 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 fuckin drive-by, that's what the inside of my mind's like Lookin back on, my career even, hindsight's, tunnel vision, 5 Mics Never wanted that so bad, feel like I could go mad, nomad with a notepad Go Taz, spaz on these hoe 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 who 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 workin a regular job? Fuck that, I'ma go hard grab on my, gonads - tell 'em fuck theyself They call me a wigger/'weger 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, Gang Green when I'm, angry then I'm, Hulk Smash So much passion but no compassion, if eyes are the window to the soul then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassin, aight now here we go Dre stamped me now I'm stampin Yelawolf, be ready for the most competitive clique in the world, it's like Clash of the Titans, I release the cracker, it's time to set it again And when it's said and it's all done none shall ever fuck with the squadron So come on in at your own risk; this is (our house) bitch! [Chorus]