Our House
Eminem/Skylar Grey/Slaughterhouse Lyrics
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Don't know if that goal is 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 dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, 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
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 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
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 wack
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
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 grant 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
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 inside my head sounds like a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, 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 somebody 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 themselves
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
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!
So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out
You won't find, comfort
In here, in here, in here
The lyrics of Eminem, Skylar Grey, and Slaughterhouse's song Our House describe the dream of becoming the best MC with a unique personality and style. The song's first lines emphasize this aspiration and ask for strength to compete in the music industry. The lyrics mention different influences from the artists' backgrounds, such as Redman, G Rap, Wu-Tang, and Nas, among others. The song also talks about the struggle of finding their identity and style, the passion for hip-hop music, and the competitiveness of the industry. The song's chorus has a dark tone and creates a sense of danger with the lyrics, "Welcome to our house, where no one comes back out. You won't find comfort in here."
Moreover, the song mentions some difficulties of the music industry, such as dealing with producers, the learning process, and the risk of falling short of expectations. The lyrics also criticize the current state of the industry, expressing disappointment with the trends, style, and lack of originality. The song portrays hip-hop as an art form where individuals express themselves and compete with their skills and style. Our House is a song that represents the artists' struggle, passion, and determination in the hip-hop world.
Line by Line Meaning
I wanna be the best who ever did it
The desire to become the greatest to have ever done it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
Uncertainty surrounding the attainability of that goal
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
An appeal to a higher power for assistance
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
A request for the power to overcome all challengers
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
A defense of the desire to pursue that dream
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
Acknowledgment of a potentially arrogant demeanor
The same time being as real as can be
Aim to maintain authenticity while pursuing greatness
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
Words used to describe the performer's aura
These are the kind of words that describe my aura
Further emphasis on the powerful stage presence
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Suggesting the risk faced by anyone who tries to critique or challenge them
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
Acknowledgment of the artist's predecessors
Thank God for the one-two cadence
Gratitude for the rhyme and rhythm that sustains their craft
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
Gratitude for the spaces that fostered their creative growth
I'm trying to be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
The aspiration to be the greatest of all time
You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here
An invitation into a performative arena that's dangerous
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
The beginnings of a passion and talent
And then I stress cause the road is rough
The pressure that comes with pursuing perfection
Never wanted that so bad well I got-ta go mad
The intense need to succeed
Tell them fuck themselves
A dismissal of detractors and nonbelievers
Guess I'm similar to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm
The power to infect and destroy while in a state of anger
Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf
The passing of the torch from one artist to another
Get ready for the most competitive
An announcement of the intensity that's to come
None shall ever fuck with this squadron
An assertion that their collective is unbeatable
This is (Our House) Bitch!
An explicit declaration of ownership of the industry
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, ALEXANDER JUNIOR GRANT, JOELL CHRISTOPHER ORTIZ, H HAFFERMAN, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, MARSHALL B III MATHERS
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@mr.knowbuddy2149
Underestimated
Uneducated
Belly aching
A mess but I confess
The rest later
could never get a payday for
My candy bars maybe I should break them off like a kit kat and give myself a break and save face
But like an open lot
I'll address it later
A feather weight
Fighting heavy weights
But ready for when the levy breaks
I'm pretty petty... great
I found a pretty penny at the bottom of crystal lake and took it from jason, then he started chasing me and now I'm escaping, been 30 years and I'm still looking behind my shoulder like its still the day I became scared and stayed aware of the lions tigers and bears, and I cant bear arms like I'm afraid of a bang not from a shot gun just blowing out someone's brains sounds not fun , its quite clear I havent moved on, face it I'm wasted on vacation, funny to say this but like Chevy chase I always hated the way these family orientations went, drives me crazy cause we are all a victim of manipulation, sometimes the victims turns into suspect once they lose their innocence but I'll never lose my shit again, when it comes to fuck ups I got one left
@mr.knowbuddy2149
She wanna see the future but maybe the truth will still be in the distance but I didnt wanna admit the truth so I kept it hidden and someday you gotta get those skeletons out your closet and rid them but riddle me this how many bodies can you fit in when you keep digging a hole so deep the whole world could fit in
Cause when I'm in this bitch of a world I just feel em slip in
The darkness
Spark this shit then
I'm different
Cut from a different cloth
Momma was an entrepreneur and poppa was gone
All I got is mom's and a song
Plus my bro what you got
I fight for nothing some nights
I remember when I wanted to be dark knight
Then it went from trying to stunt
To falling flat on my face
Not cause I wanted to but sometimes when
Cops point theirs guns at you
You gonna play the odds if their is 15 dudes and one
Of them isnt cued
Or his clock was ticking right
I'd be screwed
But I still didn't learn my lesson cause I woke up the hospital
A month later
Alcohol poisoning
Also known as dumb behavior
I'm not a savior but I wanted to save you
But I gotta save me first and I wish I became true from birth
Sometimes I don't know if I flirt with death or if death is like a curtain and it's just been closing but
No one sees it from the surface my pain is like a furnace it burns me from within
I'm sick of these lines, It tears me up inside up like cocaine
@cml3705
“So come on in, at your own risk. This is our house, BITCH.” Gives me chills every time.
@danielthespaniel4
Songs like this come around once in a generation
@ethanee688
say no more
@luisolmos3586
Dam straight
@melisaeveleth4326
Daniel Connolly MN
@MrSasa033
Facts fam
@apretrogaming1041
This song exemplifies Ems change of style from the recovery days to what he shifted to today with the insane rhyme schemes and double/triple entendres. I remember hearing his verse on this and not immediately enjoying the scheme but now ive learned to love it🔥🔥
@crunchtimewithcetshwayo4933
Skylar Grey's chorus just completes this song. She just knows house to goosebump a song.
@Peaceful_Vegan_Warrior
Crooked I interview with em just brought me here. Em was right. Crooked killed it and his flow and rhyme scheme was off the hook.
@emgo-at7398
Yeah bro, em and crooked went LOCO on this bro