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letra de the house - mc crae

[verse i]
pull up on the side of the street i sit behind
a red caravan pause nas’ “rewind”/rewind the key i
step out and yeah it’s dark on the streets
the lights were on/music loud/hear the drum beat
i know it’s the right place because there’s no other like it
d-mn man do i feel lucky to be invited
knock on the door and then i ring the bell
through him i see a face as angry as latrell
“hey welcome in. we’re glad you’ve arrived”
the place was huge/i was confused/i step inside
divided by sides on the left and on the right
on the left was dominated by two colors/blue and bright red
there were big men and beat machines
banners adorned walls/tires and green weed
on the right same banners depicting these little kids
a cute baby with afro a kid with queens in the background
a dj with a turntable scratching away
sounds of the house leading into the next day

[verse ii]
the man walks me up to the living room/a stage
steel as the mask of mf doom/contains
a few opening acts sound checking one two
“hey sir what’s that hall? who are they what are they up to?”
“that’s hall of fame where all the greats
make their music perfection/until then they stay”
“so who’s in now?” let’s see, common’s going live
in a few minutes performing some sh-t from n0body smiles
alright, premo’s working on nas new album/ye is in
postponing swish again/he’s with kardashian”
out the window three statues cover up the moon
a bunch of miniatures mimicking them around the tombs
“sir? can we take a trip out there?”
“nah, let’s wait a moment, kendrick’s out there let’s show him some
well deserved respect/let’s walk down the steps”

[verse iii]
the downstairs area/poorly lit and scary but
i followed him regardless of the parties activities
sir where are you taking me/”this is the dungeon
where the whack rappers relax and don’t touch the microphone”
is this my home? “only if you want it to be”
at that moment things became little harder to breathe
there were signs on the doors in the hall of noise
“one hit wonders” “your homeboys” “the lost boys”
what’s in the lost boys? “let’s go back up”
nas p-sses me he must’ve gotten the track done
grab my keys/my coat and my wallet
“hopefully i’ll be back again” i wanted
to say, but i thought i probably wouldn’t return
my heartbeat burns as i p-ss the ferns
the graduate exits center to the buick
felt like i forgot something, deep down i knew it
left a bit of my future on the stage and in the jail
which one i see again only time will tell

- mc crae

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