Hardly Home

[Verse 1: Typhoon]

I'm 19 but I'm steady getting crazy green

Getting all this action like I stay up on that big screen

I'll take a few hits, but I ain't no fiend

Gotta keep on track for them stacks, you know what I mean?

Yo, I'm staying low key though

I'm on that healthy antioxidant, green tea flow

I'm just a rapper from Ohio, what the hell do I know?

I got a lot more to show, nowhere near my plateau

When K-Otix drops a beat, I do nothing but go

Keep working hard all the time so I can bring in some dough

Until I end up like Drake, and have some money to blow

Rebelution told me that I needed courage to grow

But when I see familiar faces I can't help but feel better

Even though I'm still searching for some nice spring weather

But I'm here and clear as words on the pages of a letter

I know me and this place, we just go perfect together

At school it's time off that I always focus on

That anticipation got me crazy like a Black Swan

Hit the books, get some looks, grab a flight and then I'm gone

Back to the place where we don't sleep till dawn

[Verse 2 : Areno Jaz]

Je rappe, car quand j'parle mon me calcule pas

Comme une pute de Calcutta qu'a le cul bas

Alors mes cicatrices je les pansent et pense en rimes

Et celui qui apprécie se dépense et danse en rythme

Sur le dancefloor fout le del-bor grâce au groove qui se dégage

Les groupes pisseux me trouvent peace mais je te prouve qu'ils se régalent

Maintenant file un mic sans fil que je me promène tard

J'en ai rien a foutre d'vos 'blèmes de keufs et d'meufs j'ai mes problèmes d'argent

Faut que je m'en passe ou que j'en fasse alors je lance mon chantier

JLC connut dans vos rues jusque dans ce monde entier

Ce sera peut être grâce à la musique j'en fait sans trop plaisanter

Aussi vrai que mon rappe représente ceux qui se sentent représenter

J'éclaire ma ville comme Flynt avec la flamme de mon briquet

Ce qui se trame en Paname c'est une fable peu compliqué

Entre ça, rappaient-ils dans le 14ème

Le point de départ et le coin de Paris d'où les cadors viennent

[Verse 3: Typhoon]

First I gotta say merci mon frère

Then I bring it back to English, just to keep it fair

Cause after Jaz broke it down, this beat's in need of repair

So we'll send it with a warning: Other rappers beware

They all say the best things in this life are free

But if that was the case, I wouldn't need this degree

So I'm on my grind hard, cause a break just ain't for me

So take a look up to the top and then tell me what you see

Cause I'm Tyler, no Creator, just a writer, so much paper

Not a minor, I be major, you're not down? See ya later

When I go in, you know it's real, this is no rehearsal

My goal is making music, not to be controversial

I'll share it with the world, try to make something useful

I know you like that french rap cause his flow is universal

Shoutout to the 90's babies, you're all part of the movement

And they show me love, but if you wanna know what the truth is

I'm not in it for the ladies, stay away from being foolish

Plus you know I'm holding out till I can get Mila Kunis

Cause I started out low but now I'm way up in the sky, moon

From the DYT all the way into your iTunes

Bitches on my line saying, “boy we gotta Skype soon"

Next they on that webcam tryna get with Typhoon

I got that baby face so girls don't know what to do

I may look young but I was born in '92

Come back to my place girl, tonight is for you

We can kick it and check out this monumental view

They say it's lonely at the top, well that's nothing new

No choice but solo dolo after all that I been through

And I got here overnight, the rumors are true

Got to the top so fast, bitch I think I flew

From where the houses are filled with good food and polite mothers

And my boys are never wrong, they're more like Wright Brothers

And my words are all my own, no need to cite others

Yeah, I'm reppin' Midwest, I was bored with waitin'

Just call me the gift of flight, cause I was born in Dayton

Even during all the struggles, man I never gave it up

Some call it getting lucky, I just call it staying tough

Cause even though we've made a little, we still haven't made enough

And if you wanna stick around, then you better stay in touch

If that's what they want, then that's what they'll get

Just meet me out front, you know where I live

It's easy to see, you have to admit

You fucking with me, you'll never forget

Showing the world that I exist

Got that Ambition on my wrist

Now all my ex girls are pissed

Because they're seeing what they missed

And when you see me 'round town, I'm the one that you meet

You recognize my face, because I stay on the streets

And I always spit that fire on them old school beats

So just call me Glen Rice, I'm on that old school Heat