Illy
In the House
[Intro]
Ha, my man
Ill

[Verse 1]
You’re buffoons celebratin’ buffoons
You talk hot air like balloons
I move with a couple o’ butterflies, you caterpillar dudes
Death starin’, the fuck? You out you cocoon
Give ‘em five like Maroon
I don’t wanna have to dial up the cavalry platoon, nah
Relax, guy, just sit down your backside
I’m underground but the backpack’s light
So I ain’t weighed down with the politics now
If you don’t like that, go and vote me out
Like Howard, cast your ballot
Pass on me but you can’t pass the talent
(No) Overtakin’ lane, (So) go and state your claim
(But) ‘Til I retire, you (Just) playin’ the waitin’ game
Anticipatin’ the change but it ain’t coming
Shit, I’m still on the top like it ain’t nothin’

[Chorus]
And Melbourne’s in the party tonight
Look how I’m spittin’, I’m killin’ these mics
You ain’t even gotta bring the paper out
I’m the MC o’ the year, this is on the house
[Hook]
We in the house, house, house, yeah
We in the house, house, house
We in the house, house, house, yeah

[Ad-libs]
The boom-boom

[Verse]
I roll through without suit or tie
Just board shorts, you blink you outmanoeuvred by
The dude without who the next gen seems
Kinda gneh, kinda eh
Kinda whatever but never fear, the pedal’s flat
To the floor in fifth gear yeah, we outta here
Hi-fi is soundin’ tight, right
And judgin’ by the way I spend my nights
I won’t remember shit when I hit thirty-five
But for now, I’ve got a five pack, let’s get high, yeah
And can I get a few beers please?
And we’ll get down like it’s New Year’s Eve
And where the weed? Somebody get a three
Paper joint crackin’ and get a little bit for me, uh
Let the champagne pop, get your dance on
Let that rain pour down, get your hands up
Yep, yep, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
And Melbourne’s in the party tonight
Look how I’m spittin’, I’m killin’ these mics
You ain’t even gotta bring the paper out
I’m the MC o’ the year, this is on the house

[Hook]
We in the house, house, house, yeah
We in the house, house, house
We in the house, house, house, yeah

[Commentary]
Get ‘em, Flagrant