Our House

[Refrain: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin' Please grant 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 [Verse 1: 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 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 tryna 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 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 won't find comfort in here In here, in here [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] When I was a little 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 ten-year-old, my shit was gettin' phatter I hit the studio at sixteen, stupid ill Not knowin' 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, ya made a monster Now every day's a game of Contra, I got ninety-nine 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 as long as production is available I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas soundin', damn Weak head: y'all suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan I'm finna to be the best in this profession, I been invested all my life So wipe your feet before you step in our house [Chorus: Skylar Grey] So welcome to our house Where no one comes back out You won't find comfort in here In here, in here [Refrain: Eminem, Joe Budden, Crooked I] I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin' Please grant 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 Same time bein' as real as can be (Yo) [Verse 3: Crooked I] In my house, the lights out, no utilities in the facility Feelin' my life's 'bout to wipe out, these feelings I feelin' be killin' me I pull a mic out, can't strike out, 'cause if winnin' is really my enemy I 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 passed us 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 feelin' like shit's sour The electricity in my willpower could still power the Twin Towers For ten hours, so send cowards the message from Crooked I Royce da 5', Joe Budden, Em', Yaowa [Verse 4: Eminem] 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 could hear the 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 hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics Never wanted that so bad, felt like I could go mad, nomad with a notepad Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags, it bothered 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 somebody be better than you, and you know that So you don't ever hold back, what? You're 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 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 trespassin', a'ight, now here we go Dre stamped me, now I'm stampin' Yelawolf, get 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! [Chorus: Skylar Grey] So welcome to our house Where no one comes back out You won't find comfort in here In here, in here