Hardly Home

[Verse 1: Typhoon]
I'm 19 but I'm steady getting crazy green
Getting all this action like I stay up on that big screen
I'll take a few hits, but I ain't no fiend
Gotta keep on track for them stacks, you know what I mean?
Yo, I'm staying low key though
I'm on that healthy antioxidant, green tea flow
I'm just a rapper from Ohio, what the hell do I know?
I got a lot more to show, nowhere near my plateau
When K-Otix drops a beat, I do nothing but go
Keep working hard all the time so I can bring in some dough
Until I end up like Drake, and have some money to blow
Rebelution told me that I needed courage to grow
But when I see familiar faces I can't help but feel better
Even though I'm still searching for some nice spring weather
But I'm here and clear as words on the pages of a letter
I know me and this place, we just go perfect together
At school it's time off that I always focus on
That anticipation got me crazy like a Black Swan
Hit the books, get some looks, grab a flight and then I'm gone
Back to the place where we don't sleep till dawn

[Verse 2 : Areno Jaz]
Je rappe, car quand j'parle mon me calcule pas
Comme une pute de Calcutta qu'a le cul bas
Alors mes cicatrices je les pansent et pense en rimes
Et celui qui apprécie se dépense et danse en rythme
Sur le dancefloor fout le del-bor grâce au groove qui se dégage
Les groupes pisseux me trouvent peace mais je te prouve qu'ils se régalent
Maintenant file un mic sans fil que je me promène tard
J'en ai rien a foutre d'vos 'blèmes de keufs et d'meufs j'ai mes problèmes d'argent
Faut que je m'en passe ou que j'en fasse alors je lance mon chantier
JLC connut dans vos rues jusque dans ce monde entier
Ce sera peut être grâce à la musique j'en fait sans trop plaisanter
Aussi vrai que mon rappe représente ceux qui se sentent représenter
J'éclaire ma ville comme Flynt avec la flamme de mon briquet
Ce qui se trame en Paname c'est une fable peu compliqué
Entre ça, rappaient-ils dans le 14ème
Le point de départ et le coin de Paris d'où les cadors viennent

[Verse 3: Typhoon]
First I gotta say merci mon frère
Then I bring it back to English, just to keep it fair
Cause after Jaz broke it down, this beat's in need of repair
So we'll send it with a warning: Other rappers beware
They all say the best things in this life are free
But if that was the case, I wouldn't need this degree
So I'm on my grind hard, cause a break just ain't for me
So take a look up to the top and then tell me what you see
Cause I'm Tyler, no Creator, just a writer, so much paper
Not a minor, I be major, you're not down? See ya later
When I go in, you know it's real, this is no rehearsal
My goal is making music, not to be controversial
I'll share it with the world, try to make something useful
I know you like that french rap cause his flow is universal
Shoutout to the 90's babies, you're all part of the movement
And they show me love, but if you wanna know what the truth is
I'm not in it for the ladies, stay away from being foolish
Plus you know I'm holding out till I can get Mila Kunis
Cause I started out low but now I'm way up in the sky, moon
From the DYT all the way into your iTunes
Bitches on my line saying, “boy we gotta Skype soon"
Next they on that webcam tryna get with Typhoon
I got that baby face so girls don't know what to do
I may look young but I was born in '92
Come back to my place girl, tonight is for you
We can kick it and check out this monumental view
They say it's lonely at the top, well that's nothing new
No choice but solo dolo after all that I been through
And I got here overnight, the rumors are true
Got to the top so fast, bitch I think I flew
From where the houses are filled with good food and polite mothers
And my boys are never wrong, they're more like Wright Brothers
And my words are all my own, no need to cite others
Yeah, I'm reppin' Midwest, I was bored with waitin'
Just call me the gift of flight, cause I was born in Dayton
Even during all the struggles, man I never gave it up
Some call it getting lucky, I just call it staying tough
Cause even though we've made a little, we still haven't made enough
And if you wanna stick around, then you better stay in touch
If that's what they want, then that's what they'll get
Just meet me out front, you know where I live
It's easy to see, you have to admit
You fucking with me, you'll never forget
Showing the world that I exist
Got that Ambition on my wrist
Now all my ex girls are pissed
Because they're seeing what they missed
And when you see me 'round town, I'm the one that you meet
You recognize my face, because I stay on the streets
And I always spit that fire on them old school beats
So just call me Glen Rice, I'm on that old school Heat