What Have You

Lyrics

[Intro: Earl Hazard] Say Bis Me know I'm not ready for the fire, zeen Give 'em that Saddam bomb fire Rude Boy that ruckus Zeen? [Verse 1: Canibus] Earl Hazard, King of Tallulah, Acronym NWC (What does it mean?) Niggas With Computers Bighorn trombone tubas, ethanol front lawn movers Caterpillars with blowers comin' out the hood louvers Peak boots knock teeth loose Five-point seat-belt harness, roll-cage, I don't need no roof Sheriff Tawes, Gregory Peck My eyes wide open all the time even if I know the enemy's dead Here's the thing: Capital C Close quarters grapple the beat Music casualties don't matter to me Can-I-Bus, nom de plume Rip the Jacker, rendezvous A brave new world, drop day soon Insect water, sheep to the slaughter Vinegar eye, pee no water Potassium burns your veins til you holler Banana man selling bananas from banana stands in Afghanistan Barter bananas with the camera man I'm the hammer man Any Which Way You Can Eastwood Callahan What's so funny fancy pants? This a battle staff warm-up Reserve contingent, callin' em up Poorly trained, no guts, they all suck Hot day, hágalo, hágalo, plant my plátanos Primer de Sábado de el jefe vamanos I'm a son of a bitch black baboon silverback raccoon In the shit hit the fan chat room Uncle Jesse said he'd be back soon before tomorrow afternoon Don't let him take the flag off his tomb Holy Cahokian curse Blood clot five-shot burst What you mean my credit card don't work!? I fermented the barley grain, the buzz went straight to my brain I drink til I can't remember my name Step up and sign the oar, hear me roar I burn the fricking goal post down after I score You little pissant obstructionist, you call that spittin'? Yeah I'm a asshole, but at least I'm consistent Let's expand this idea further: Let's pretend you're the observer In the front row of my Terrordome circus The worthless plan was young, the man was old The deal with the devil eternally damned his soul Cut that goddamn check, I rhyme with anything I am not bein' lied to 'cause I am not listenin' Multivalent support, a 16 bar single too short 50 bars, what the fuck you thought?! I've got a deep root cellar, fresh wine vats, rat repellent To be the best is a fact I embellish Functional illiteracy, short memory, eternal periphery Molon labe, life and liberty Full-cycle, carbon intensive; with a meaningful message Still get distracted by beautiful breast-es I like my Laverne and Shirley curly, curly My eggs over-easy, and turkey bacon burl's handy TRS-80, Atari tank combat baby We go ColecoVision crazy! (In the future) Watson and Williams, technology firm worth billions Throne room big enough to fit buildings Houses with gold crown molding Voice command; Siri says "open" Soldiers standin' outside smokin' Agile inspired approach, I still get higher than most I need a coast where I can park my boat The flood waters give me a bath, five foot alpaca raft Heavy-duty, with inflatable pads "I'm clumsy, help me buddy, I've gotta save all of my puppies; Two dozen Siberian Huskies" I'm a Main Street insider, carbon fiber concrete tiger I call margins on fraudulent offers Positive IP vector, chief inspector Spit black gold forever, North Dakota to Texas Close approach, inoculation proximity operation microphones decomposed through oxidation And that's just the blood clot basics You love it or hate it King of Tallulah, motherfuckers, come take it [Hook: Unknown Artist] I'm resilient with the bars I just handled the mic Run for your life You should save yourself Welcome ya to the Guillotine I just handled the mic You should save yourself I just handled the mic Run for your life I just handled the mic Welcome to the Guillotine Bringin' you that horror nigga, fuck dramaticism [Verse 2: Earl Hazard (aka Mr. Burns)] Hey yo Smoke a blunt a cigarette and drink a brew before breakfast Drunk before lunch and walk around like I'm headless Hip hop scholar not the best that should test this Cause Burns is a force that you don't want to mess with What's with the stuntin' dem not know shottas Got a crew big enough to clock ya stop ya proper Bout to bring the pain Bigger than the movie Clockers And they'll be sick of my name Til they need to see a doctor Fat rhymes flat line travelin' at max speed Metaphors mega roar leaving niggas knock me Sing a Hail Mary's to the one who's trying to Pac me Cause Burns got that rock that's top with hip hop steez Take cover rhymin' and this live grenade's Liable to get high in space doctor or toxic waste The block's hot cops got a Glock to spray food for thought Copper plate fiends put your rocks away It's a shame you lames claim to be past due Get your lips stapled shut and your mask glued My name rings and reigns supreme Pash, you fag because I'm King of Tallulah, what's happening? [Hook: Unknown Artist] I'm resilient with the bars I just handled the mic Run for your life You should save yourself Welcome ya to the Guillotine I just handled the mic You should save yourself I just handled the mic Run for your life I just handled the mic Welcome to the Guillotine Bringin' you that horror nigga, fuck dramaticism [Verse 3: Earl Hazard] Hey doe, hey doe Yeah, Hazard a baddest soul Who shattered the masters With half the master [ ] hoes So go capture the madness They lack the this rapper's [ ]scroll What's ta happen if masters gathered in packs Defending [ ] and answers 'em back And he's whack act as if faggot clothes Will slash you in half with my crack and blast you And third degree create a murder scene, word Now every cipher transforms the calisthenic captions The benefactor's benefactor, bitch remember that one Lyrical body upper cup can knock your center back Was trippin' and I'm a make you wish you never finished packin' To puts money on my head you gonna need plenty Jacksons Kangaroo language Mr. show you how to kick the action [Dung Ye Wing Chung?] spit demographics Match gravity force that should have McGill fracutured Yeah you get your head in plastic Got magic liquid you meant to and I don't mean no acid It ain't just hip hop this Gambino jazz And rhyme tattered Titan took the skills There ain't no need for clashin' Earl Hazard's bring a bastard's body high To understand you'll probably die Now what have you [HOOK]