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?) n*ggas 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 b*tch black baboon silverback raccoon
In the sh*t 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 p*ssant obstructionist, you call that spittin'?
Yeah I'm a as*h*le, 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 f*ck 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, motherf*ckers, 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 n*gga, f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga, f*ck 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, b*tch 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 bast*rd's body high
To understand you'll probably die
Now what have you
[HOOK]