Our House Lyrics - Skylar Grey

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 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 

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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 

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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) 

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 

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 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 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 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