What have I got?
What?
To hide from the world?
When I'm gonna find any time to myself?
When I'm gonna get what I want,
what I need,
and I need to believe?
Stampede when I step,
sweat when you see me cause I elephant stamps
Curse of a genie,
trapped in a lair,
man on the move
Cause I'm a fella hots for small tix,
locked in a high school locker
What?
Gonna do when you can't just stop
What?
Gonna do when you can't smoke
What?
Gonna do when you want your next shot
What?
Gonna do when you lose the plot What?
Don't look at me when you needin' help
Can't help when you have no belief in the world,
well Don't look at me when you needin'
Dosh,
I'm strapped,
laugh,
cans,
I believe you lost
Bush raidin' homes,
been late and roams free Was never here and nobody knows me,
nobody
owes me a thing * a hand when a man's got two,
when it
works just cramp Put your hands in the air if you feel the
bass Writers in the house gonna kill their place
until the name's up Turn the page,
no rules to my rage
Life fights on occasion of a cave in Arabian nights
Fight to the death in the land of the giant signs
Sign with a kind of a twist,
hypnotism,
a task but I slice my fist
If your name's on my list then I'll black a book
End up to explore,
what I have to cook,
leave rap for shook
Took more than a mob mafia,
try stop me,
do my job
Don't ever try stop me,
man,
from takin' it to the end
Never depend on open hands,
I never step within ten feet of me
Doing what I wanna do with my days,
if you in my way
Be runnin' through you and I'll leave you out late
What, what, what?
What have I got?
So what have I got?
Not much at all,
one room with a bed for all What do I need for me to carry on?
Do I fight till my fists are red raw?
What do I have to do for you all just to understand?
Why you livin' in Wonderland?
I'm workin' for the upper hand So what?
What have I got?
So what?
What have I got?
What have I got?
Now the sound that I want Open your mind like your head can stomp
Open the door,
the biggest tank of fire I'm one of a kind like Frankenstein
Outranking time,
our time We'll appear,
get a pen,
how sweet with a chandelier
Cans of beer for the fridge,
yeah,
we live the life Throwin' chicks on the road,
no kids,
no wife
Tell em all to hold it till I wanna grow up Spud the punch bowl,
you wanna throw up?
Keep it down,
tryna focus that to leave wetter than super soakers
Hope you don't want a better one to swing
Soon to be on charge like a son of a king
Soon to be on top of your Christmas list Mr. D-Ruff,
can you picture this?
So what have I got?
Not much at all, one room with a bed for all
What do I need for me to carry on?
Do I fight till my fists are red raw?
What do I have to do for you all just to understand?
Why you livin' in Wonderland,
I'm workin' for the upper hand
So what?
What have I got?
So what?
What have I got?
What have I got to lose?
What have you got to gain?
Dance around the fire,
try stop the rain and shout
A methadone won't stop the pain of a broken heart
Caused by what's-her-name, a spoken art
I hope an arm's open wide, at the door I come
And I wanna go outside, wanna break the lock
Wanna take it all,
then I hear a little voice saying
I'm a poor * I didn't wanna do it anyway
Livin' by the pen and page like Hemingway Many say,
what you wanna hear?
Can't fit in Like fat men tryna drive,
but can't get in
Whoops What?
Yeah, you know what I mean
Quick,
beat me up,
Scotty,
like Jack in the Beanstalk
Who me?
Nah, why the hatred?
Who looked at it all?
Never knew she was naked Never once,
never,
never knew she was naked
I swear,
man,
whether you believe me Whatever never said that I cared,
man
If I did, which I wouldn't, it wouldn't be me
I would've disguised myself so good that I couldn't be seen
What, what, what?
What have I got?
So what have I got?
Not much at all,
one room and a bed for What do I need for me to carry on?
Do I fight till my fists are red raw?
What do I have to do for you all just to understand?
Why you livin' in Wonderland?
I'm workin' for the upper hand So what?
What have I got?
So what?
What have I got?