House Lyrics
| Song | House |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| To every being ever called up to spend | |
| Just a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
| A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
| Either sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
| Baby string can’t haul them gems | |
| You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all in | |
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in | |
| Scent of my magnetism is animalistic | |
| Luck of the nothin’ – tug of the draw’s pan-pacific, kid | |
| Knuckle and brawl and handle your business | |
| Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin’ – rhythm deficient | |
| Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate | |
| If you’re the next great, where’s the hint of pimp in your gait | |
| Strode steady for years, still standin’ after my appearance here | |
| Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear | |
| Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of self-restraint | |
| Self-proclaimed prophets have felt faint | |
| Shell of a saint yellin’ devilish thangs in their harangue | |
| This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint | |
| From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back | |
| Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack | |
| Tapping the pattern out: dit-dot-dash in mathematics | |
| The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it | |
| Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer | |
| Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor | |
| I aint mad atcha – a waste of anger to hate ya | |
| Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature | |
| Who’s sayin’ preservation’s makin’ it stagnate advancement? | |
| State your place and I’mma wait for your answer | |
| They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous | |
| I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ‘em gravitate | |
| Everything gets resolved I attend [to] | |
| Either fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
| What I seen appall men – time to bring y’all in | |
| Intervene, my involvement depends | |
| On the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all in | |
| I felt the sting when swallowin’ the gin | |
| Holla “clean I been” after we bring y’all in | |
| Assault the sire, y’all admire my moxie | |
| Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy | |
| Knockin’ me for constancy I be within my element | |
| Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelve-inch | |
| The blend’s off – pitch it right, livin’ like a bitch of my mentors? | |
| When vinyl’s all you’re spinnin’ on Crenshaw | |
| Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry | |
| I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ‘em talk now | |
| Impossible shot from a broken arrow | |
| Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot | |
| I’ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract | |
| It’s slow-going with all the work my barrow packs | |
| Skirt past, cursin’ at us claiming the lanes are for these | |
| I pay no mind to idle talk, y’all a mockery of speed | |
| I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes | |
| Acquiesce to the greatest escape (here we go) | |
| To every being ever called up to spend | |
| Just a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
| A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
| Either sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
| Baby string can’t haul them gems | |
| You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all in | |
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in | |
| Everything gets resolved I attend [to] | |
| Either fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
| What I seen appall men – time to bring y’all in | |
| Intervene, my involvement depends | |
| On the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all in | |
| I felt the sting when swallowin’ the gin | |
| Holla “clean I been” after we bring y’all in |
| To every being ever called up to spend | |
| Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
| A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
| Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
| Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
| You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
| Scent of my magnetism is animalistic | |
| Luck of the nothin' tug of the draw' s panpacific, kid | |
| Knuckle and brawl and handle your business | |
| Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin' rhythm deficient | |
| Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate | |
| If you' re the next great, where' s the hint of pimp in your gait | |
| Strode steady for years, still standin' after my appearance here | |
| Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear | |
| Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of selfrestraint | |
| Selfproclaimed prophets have felt faint | |
| Shell of a saint yellin' devilish thangs in their harangue | |
| This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint | |
| From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back | |
| Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack | |
| Tapping the pattern out: ditdotdash in mathematics | |
| The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it | |
| Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer | |
| Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor | |
| I aint mad atcha a waste of anger to hate ya | |
| Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature | |
| Who' s sayin' preservation' s makin' it stagnate advancement? | |
| State your place and I' mma wait for your answer | |
| They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous | |
| I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ' em gravitate | |
| Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
| Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
| What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
| Intervene, my involvement depends | |
| On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
| I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
| Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in | |
| Assault the sire, y' all admire my moxie | |
| Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy | |
| Knockin' me for constancy I be within my element | |
| Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelveinch | |
| The blend' s off pitch it right, livin' like a bitch of my mentors? | |
| When vinyl' s all you' re spinnin' on Crenshaw | |
| Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry | |
| I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ' em talk now | |
| Impossible shot from a broken arrow | |
| Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot | |
| I' ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract | |
| It' s slowgoing with all the work my barrow packs | |
| Skirt past, cursin' at us claiming the lanes are for these | |
| I pay no mind to idle talk, y' all a mockery of speed | |
| I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes | |
| Acquiesce to the greatest escape here we go | |
| To every being ever called up to spend | |
| Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
| A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
| Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
| Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
| You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
| Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
| Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
| What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
| Intervene, my involvement depends | |
| On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
| I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
| Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in |
| To every being ever called up to spend | |
| Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
| A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
| Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
| Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
| You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
| Scent of my magnetism is animalistic | |
| Luck of the nothin' tug of the draw' s panpacific, kid | |
| Knuckle and brawl and handle your business | |
| Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin' rhythm deficient | |
| Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate | |
| If you' re the next great, where' s the hint of pimp in your gait | |
| Strode steady for years, still standin' after my appearance here | |
| Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear | |
| Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of selfrestraint | |
| Selfproclaimed prophets have felt faint | |
| Shell of a saint yellin' devilish thangs in their harangue | |
| This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint | |
| From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back | |
| Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack | |
| Tapping the pattern out: ditdotdash in mathematics | |
| The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it | |
| Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer | |
| Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor | |
| I aint mad atcha a waste of anger to hate ya | |
| Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature | |
| Who' s sayin' preservation' s makin' it stagnate advancement? | |
| State your place and I' mma wait for your answer | |
| They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous | |
| I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ' em gravitate | |
| Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
| Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
| What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
| Intervene, my involvement depends | |
| On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
| I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
| Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in | |
| Assault the sire, y' all admire my moxie | |
| Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy | |
| Knockin' me for constancy I be within my element | |
| Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelveinch | |
| The blend' s off pitch it right, livin' like a bitch of my mentors? | |
| When vinyl' s all you' re spinnin' on Crenshaw | |
| Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry | |
| I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ' em talk now | |
| Impossible shot from a broken arrow | |
| Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot | |
| I' ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract | |
| It' s slowgoing with all the work my barrow packs | |
| Skirt past, cursin' at us claiming the lanes are for these | |
| I pay no mind to idle talk, y' all a mockery of speed | |
| I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes | |
| Acquiesce to the greatest escape here we go | |
| To every being ever called up to spend | |
| Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
| A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
| Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
| Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
| You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
| Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
| Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
| What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
| Intervene, my involvement depends | |
| On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
| I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
| Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in |
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