I'm in the corner, mama Rapping on a verse or singing on a corner, mama I can't do anything about it, I'm a boy from the street, but don't get me wrong Always in the knowledge-shop format, I'm a guy who knocks heads in the D-Sidean I have a cousin, Frisian Rasta, he's in Tarsan when he slings Italian I see rappers starting, but they can't handle it I want more pasta on my plate than an Italian More than an Italian, now it's going up, but often it went down Now there's a tempo, but often it was slow I thought you weren't like that, but it's really true I don't get it, I come up and I ask the question Am I falling for fake or is fake really on now? ***, I'm in the house on the corner, mama Rapping on a verse or singing on a corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama Can't sit still and I have to do what I have to do, mama Only way, what's up, I'm too close, I don't give up, I don't give up for the rest So I'm on top, like when I'm famous Then I'll take over and destroy what's between me and the club, so I'm in the house on the corner, mama Until I buy a house for you from the corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama Until I find what I've been looking for my whole life, mama It's with the find-in in the house on the corner, mama Until I buy a house for you from the corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama Until I find what I've been looking for my whole life, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama Rapping on a verse or singing on a corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama Rapping on a verse or singing on a corner, mama I'm in the house on the corner, mama