Whatcha' Got

I came in the door nineteen eighty four

Paint on the wall got chased by the law

Once got soul in the place full of flow

Was never given the zone had to create my own

As clean as the nose on my face that I placed on the

stone

Had to stake my claim to the thrown

Ain't no mistaken the sacred in his tone

Ali the new name by which greatness is known

Ya'll act like seeing is a new sport

Your too inexperienced your teeth are too short

Every culture has a right to passage

You wanna bypass it and sell me your practice

One for the lunch money

I dont run from you punch-drunk dummies

I invite you all to come for me

I said I'd shot hungry when it wasn't sunny

I been here long after y'all are done humpin'

Talk to me when you've done somthing

Other than swing back n' forth from hating to nut

pumping

No, all criticism isn't constructive

Some need to be destructed, your done with

And either you retire to the sideline

or imbrace this time, this rhyme with your eyes wide

open

Shit won't have to earn them accolades

A-N-T gonna take you all back to phase one

Yes Yes y'all you dont stop

Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got

Brother Ali rock shock the house we most definitely

We bout to turn your doubt y'all

A yes yes y'all and you dont dare stop

Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got

Brother Ali rock shocking the house we most definitely

[scratching:] (the way I feel now I just got to rock)