lirik lagu verseborn – my house

[intro: verseborn]

slow poke skunk smoke
said its no go
he’ll croak if he
never phones home
(x2)
[verse 1: verseborn]

check the prognosis
this konquest flow
will double-dutch your whole body
got me hop-scotchin souls

if you feelin bout it bout it
lets roll but this is less hop
this is more
hip rock out the flow

we’re a perfect circle
no matter what the cost
cash stretches like giraffe necks
or the nose on dianna ross

verse and young wreck
pop game like a pimple
music is a canvas
we stain instrumentals

ma tell me how do this feel?
go on and tip drill
and move both feet
like pedalling a big wheel

now the brown cow
says i sound b-mmy
first they crown me now
they all tryna take dumb crumb from me

slow poke skunk smoke
said its no go
he’ll croak if he
never phones home

i shock the mic like
im p-ssing on electric pipe
and rock the light like
im cradling the sun at night

sharp shooter
track harpooner
mc too tough to target
on an fm tuner

i fear no man
woman or wallaby
and i wildy fulfil the fantasy of
what women got for me

[hook: verseborn]

to the label they swoon
im an agent of doom
i craddle a boom and
walk around crazed with a spoon

one sight in mind
aimed to rhyme tighter
stay high til im waving bye
to the pied piper

under the night sky i
take my own life with
a mic cord- live in front of my fans
high in the psyche ward

pipe down young lad
dontet the cat out the bag
cuz she won’t go back like

slow poke skunk smoke
said its no go
he’ll croak if he
never phones home
(x2)

[verse 2: verseborn]

the flow is ether i’ll
control ya speakers
for the doe im eager
to unroll scrolls and explode ya features

high off the refer yet
deeper than coral depths
when im preaching
non believers hold they breath

talent isnt everything it seems
amongst a bevy of these dreams
but ima clearly rock the scene
until my death

this is my house
yall renting rooms at best
consuming all my food
not to be rude but wheres my check?

my accountant got finess
so i would payup
before they send the goons to
follow thru just like a layup

i think thats why they hate us
ain’t no time for hiatus
theres robots on this slave ship
made the by ancients – take 6

7th on its way any day now
so my impact has to reach past
the stage crowd
aim – blaow!

let em know its real
what we talking bout
squeel and they’ll
chalk you out

thats the deal
when we lock it down
tell them clowns kick rocks
while we rock the crown

we in it still
ain’t no stopping now
when in the field
steady popin rounds

we out for mills
not these small amounts

these politicians try
to sell you dreams
but we smart enough to think
change costs a dollar and a scheme

this is my house i own it
with my team so i’ll be
phoning home til the holy ghost
swoops me from the scene