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  • 作词 : Montgomery, Ryan D.
    作曲 : Montgomery, Ryan D.
    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 all I
    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 **** 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 all I
    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 ****'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 **** 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
    So welcome, to our house
    Where no one, comes back out
    You won't find, comfort
    In here, in here, in here
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Montgomery, Ryan D.
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Montgomery, Ryan D.
    [00:04.68]Our House
    [00:06.75]I wanna be the best who ever did it
    [00:09.43]Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
    [00:12.56]But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
    [00:15.93]Please give me the strength to crush all competition
    [00:19.31]You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
    [00:22.68]And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
    [00:25.62]But, that's all I want
    [00:27.12]I just wanna be the illest MC all I
    [00:30.06]The same time being as real as can be
    [00:32.43]Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
    [00:36.12]These are the kind of words that describe my aura
    [00:38.69]G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
    [00:41.37]Redman I am cut from that cloth
    [00:43.87]Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
    [00:46.31]Cool J, I'm Bad video
    [00:48.62]Learn the whole routine and perform it for my father's friends
    [00:51.74]While they smoked and drank
    [00:52.86]Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
    [00:56.05]Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
    [00:58.86]Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
    [01:02.89]When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
    [01:05.33]
    [01:06.22]Thank God for the one-two cadence
    [01:09.04]Thank God for the lunchroom tables
    [01:11.97]
    [01:13.29]I'm trying to be the sickest n*gga, dead or alive
    [01:16.22]And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
    [01:19.60]Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
    [01:23.91]Up until the day the sun is you
    [01:26.16]You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
    [01:28.04]Wayne's house, Nas' house
    [01:29.60]Em's house, Our House
    [01:31.41]So welcome, to our house
    [01:37.47]
    [01:38.04]Where no one, comes back out
    [01:44.47]You won't find, comfort
    [01:51.10]In here, in here, in here
    [01:59.22]When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
    [02:01.60]Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
    [02:04.66]And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
    [02:07.35]It started off whack
    [02:08.98]But in the words of a ten year old, my **** was getting phatter
    [02:12.29]I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill
    [02:15.10]Not knowing how the booth would feel, what's ADAT's and two inch reel
    [02:18.66]How you ad-lib? What's a punch? I ain't a boxer
    [02:21.54]But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster
    [02:24.67]Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
    [02:26.91]An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
    [02:30.47]This is my dream, don't f*ck with it, I'm telling you
    [02:33.97]Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
    [02:36.48]I'm disgusted as a fan, look how n*ggas sounding, damn
    [02:40.48]Weak head, ya'll suck bad, f*ck swag and your kicks from South Japan
    [02:44.41]I'm finna to be the best in this profession
    [02:46.16]I've been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in
    [02:48.98]Our house
    [02:49.41]
    [02:50.69]So welcome, to our house
    [02:56.25]
    [02:56.88]Where no one, comes back out
    [03:03.32]You won't find, comfort
    [03:10.01]In here, in here, in here
    [03:18.01]I wanna be the best who ever did it
    [03:20.19]Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
    [03:23.57]But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
    [03:26.44]Please give me the strength to crush all competition
    [03:28.94]You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
    [03:33.06]And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
    [03:35.49]But, that's all I want
    [03:37.87]I just wanna be the illest MC all I
    [03:40.81]The same time being as real as can be
    [03:43.31]Yo, in my house, the lights out
    [03:45.18]No utilities in the facilities
    [03:46.24]Feeling my life's 'bout, to wipe out
    [03:47.87]These feelings I'm feeling be killing me
    [03:50.07]I pull the mic out, can't strike out
    [03:51.93]Cause if winning is really my enemy
    [03:53.39]I pull a nine out, blow my mind out
    [03:55.14]Is the end of me really serenity?
    [03:56.51]Man in my house, it's rap or die
    [03:58.20]Get a piece of that apple pie
    [04:00.07]Life is a Pharcyde song, and that b*tch just passes by
    [04:03.26]So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
    [04:06.39]Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition can't digest
    [04:08.95]And then I stress cause the road is rough
    [04:11.20]I start feeling like ****'s sour
    [04:13.08]The electricity in my will power, could still power, the twin towers
    [04:16.61]For ten hours so send cowards
    [04:18.17]The message from Crooked I
    [04:19.98]Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em Yaowa
    [04:22.05]In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers
    [04:24.61]The way I feel now I could spit for six hours
    [04:26.80]Straight, only way to be great is to dig down,
    [04:29.30]If you can hear this sound in
    [04:30.61]Side my head sounds like a f*cking drive-by
    [04:32.11]That's what the inside of my mind's like
    [04:33.67]Looking back on, my career even, hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics
    [04:36.61]Never wanted that so bad well I got-ta go mad
    [04:38.55]Nomad with a notepad
    [04:39.42]Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags
    [04:41.48]That bother me, but I never wanna show that
    [04:43.24]Just don't act like it ever does
    [04:44.55]Even though you know that there will never come
    [04:46.24]A day someone blows past you, never was
    [04:47.61]Someone who's as **** as you ever was
    [04:48.99]And you hope that's, true cause the competitor in you
    [04:50.69]Couldn't let someone be better than you
    [04:51.88]And you know that, so you don't ever hold back
    [04:53.69]What you gonna go back, to working a regular job?
    [04:55.71]F*ck that, I'm gonna go hard grab on my, gonads
    [04:58.03]Tell them f*ck theyselves
    [04:58.84]They call me a wigger like Renee Zell
    [05:00.53]But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
    [05:02.03]Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at
    [05:05.90]Guess I'm similar to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm
    [05:08.03]Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion
    [05:11.15]If eyes are the windows to the soul
    [05:12.78]Then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing
    [05:14.34]Alright now here we go
    [05:15.84]Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf
    [05:17.78]Be ready for the most competitive
    [05:19.09]Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans
    [05:20.84]I released the cracker it's time to set it again
    [05:22.46]And when it's said and it's all done
    [05:23.84]None shall ever f*ck with this squadron
    [05:25.15]So come on in, at your own risk
    [05:27.29]This is
    [05:28.81]So welcome, to our house
    [05:34.63]Where no one, comes back out
    [05:41.08]You won't find, comfort
    [05:47.77]In here, in here, in here