[Chorus 1: 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 2: 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 2: Skylar Grey]

So welcome

To our house

Where no one

Comes back out

You won't find

Comfort

In here

In here

In here

[Chorus 1: 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 2: Skylar Grey]

So welcome

To our house

Where no one

Comes back out

You won't find

Comfort

In here

In here

In here