Our House
Eminem - Psycho 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
In "Our House," Eminem expresses his desire to be the best rapper in the game. He acknowledges that achieving this goal may not be easy, but he asks for strength from a higher power to help him crush the competition. Eminem refers to himself as a dreamer and asks for forgiveness if his ambition comes off as brash. Ultimately, being the best rapper is all he wants.
The second verse of the song reflects on Eminem's journey as a rapper. From a young age, he aspired to be on the radio and make a name for himself. He started writing rhymes at ten years old, and despite initially being mediocre, he persisted and continued to improve. Eminem credits his mentors, D.O.C, G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt, and Redman, for inspiring him to write lyrics that eventually propelled him to fame. He mentions the influence of other rappers like Canibus and Wu-Tang Clan, highlighting the importance of understanding and respecting hip-hop history. Eminem also expresses gratitude for the cadence and lunchroom battles that honed his skills.
The chorus emphasizes the unity and inclusivity of hip-hop. Eminem references various rappers' houses, such as Jay-Z's, Lil Wayne's, Nas', and his own. These houses symbolize hip-hop as a community where artists come together to create and share their art. It's like a welcoming space for everyone who loves and appreciates the genre.
The final verse of the song delves into the struggles and sacrifices Eminem has faced on his journey. He describes the hardships he has endured in pursuing his dream as a rapper. The reference to "Contra" is a metaphor for the constant battle he faces in the industry. Despite the challenges, Eminem remains determined to be the best. He criticizes other rappers who he believes fall short in their skills and urges them to improve. Eminem's passion and dedication to rap are evident in his relentless pursuit of excellence. He emphasizes his desire to leave a lasting legacy and be remembered as one of the greatest rappers of all time.
Overall, "Our House" showcases Eminem's unwavering ambition, his gratitude to those who came before him, and his commitment to being the best in the rap game. The lyrics reflect his journey from a young boy with a dream to a successful rapper who has overcome obstacles and continues to push the boundaries of the art form.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, ALEXANDER JUNIOR GRANT, JOELL CHRISTOPHER ORTIZ, H HAFFERMAN, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, ALEXANDER GRANT, Holly Hafermann, Joell Ortiz, Joseph Budden, MARSHALL MATHERS III
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What's time
A tomb in a room
When walking away
What's stay
The venom within em
still skimming in spilled milk
Spelled Guilt out wilting
Our cry it's okay
U burned me for fun
Scratched the A out of day
Told everyone else
Your opinion or else
Winding onions dismay
Blame it on me when you prey
Upon anything grey in my shadows
Hear my secrets when I pray
Picnic in the meadows or blade battles
Tattle to everyone how I say it
Many words in lust with my fingers
So bring her dirty aired out rumors linger
As l give the world my middle finger demeanor
Demolish cruel to embellish rules
Search out my sister of sisters in calling
Selling out you my darling darkling
Sparkling lies and deceit with a smooth touch of a beat
Bringing inner thigh to trickling heat
Spreading butterflies across night of my seat
Flapping wings against the warm glow of the moon
Shedding light across agony of our lovers lagoon
Will you love another again soon
While you tweak at the handle
Running across the beach holding your hand
My other hand holding my sandal
Down about a mile
Reread what was written on the wall by taggers
Follow love to the end of forevers eternity shy
But never saying goodbye
Beautiful...wise
Like a ribbon on a scroll
Winding up higher than the skies
Where wings of an angel flapping dip to soar to fly
I would give u a trillion and one tries
If you asked me to stay then why wouldn't I
As the public denounces my heavy crown
I put the mic down
And the record keeps spinning around
Skipping it's getting you to pay attention
To wait
And load less amunition
Spirit guides like a saint
We're christian
When you speak of it
Us
They start dissing
Come to disenchant
Romance at a slant
What a unbrave way to hit a couple
Like a ramp
25 years into no deep kissing
Only twisting
And kicking all the bickering gist
Back at your fans whose hate will not be missed
Names in permanent ink on my hit list
For all the shame you blamed
Dense in this deserts heats a consequence
And your ally is a carriage door
On the opposite side of a fence
Let our love run closer to the seashore
With no war
Or like a bejeweled poster framed over the bedroom floor
With only us in
Give it to you want more.
By Maya Mitchell aka mc KALi❣️🎁🚒
@bethsmith8579
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I come at night, boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Look look, I've come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you
Just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop
Drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe
Nine, Trey Pound or 44
Pick a strap to take the Mac
The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
The hollow tips'll hit ya chest
You cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up
You know you fucked when
You get on a strecther
'Cause I'll come in ICU
To see you off to heaven
The system out I done been through with
There's nothing new there to me
They locked me up they left me out
You seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals
Why they up in corrections
They come and get at 9
Nigga crown me a perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it
Man these are average raps
I'm keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady aftermath clique
You pop off the top it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid
Attack a snatch ya there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again
The rippers at your service
Girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface
Like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard
Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog,
How late you wanna stay out,
It's past your curfew when it's dark
I'm searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month
They found a coat all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace
No DNA no not a drop
Cause me and dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops
Grab the butcher knife from off the counter top
Yeah, I'm as I'll as can be
My appeal is to serial killers
What a pill is to me,
Killing so villainously,
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil going psycho
It's michael myers,
You know what were like on the muthafucking mic,
So try us and your gonna find out,
What the fuck were like with pliers,
It's operation time got em
Ed up to wires,
Squeeze em, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
He must not know but now he now how Shady Aftermath is,
Even murderous tactics get better with practice,
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
Truly ours Juliard, you better learn learn,
Chris Reeves in his grave,
Yeah homie turn turn,
I'm debating, mutilating the lady,
You've been waiting for shady and fif,
Ain't no duplicating it baby,
There's a baby in the drier,
There's a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,
Arms and legs in the garbage cause the rest of her,
I lost her,
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub,
When I'm through with Ricky it'll will be blood that'll cough up
A hard rock soft fuck [? ]
Get caught up and get washed up,
In Detroit or Northfolk,
When it's disrupt and nauseas,
Look deep in my eye and see many many many men die,
I swing gym stars faster than samurai,
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Songwriters: Curtis James Jackson / Mark Christopher Batson / Andre Romell Young / Trevor Lawrence / Marshall B. Mathers Iii / Dawaun W Parker
Psycho lyrics © Wb Music Corp., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Shroom Shady Music, Ain't Nothing But Funkin' Music, Alien Status Music, Bat Future Music, Psalm 144 Verse 1 Music, Dat Damn Dean Music, Songs Of Universal Inc., Peermusic Iii Ltd, Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited
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He has always been the voice inside my head since I was 10. Crazy how my mom died when I was 17 and he released recovery.. that album saved me
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my condolances not religeous but prayers for u and ur fam
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He has that touch
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I am doing 😂
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Facts.
@ragingpirate5727
Are you a bot? He has the same flow for most of his songs now
@jasongray5330
Yeah this one my favorites, another song that makes me want to listen to it all day is a mashup from cash out and Chris Stapleton if you’re in that, Dj Eric Rhodes is who done it I believe, that shit slick as hell