What Goes on Pt. 7 - The Roots
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
[Black Thought]
Yo, n_ggaz can not see me, can not be me or
capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tour
I am but a messanger born to blow up
My n_ggaz knew it all the time, lyrically I was a dime
At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme
On the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizard
when I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzard
N_gga what? You wanna bust your fronts, with the b_tter, my
black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
S_cker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your time
My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded
I'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage
Got the 12 gauge at the rest so play, and into rest you lay
My everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougher
than a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kid
Cause the odds is, n_ggaz'll hustle and live, foul
This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me
So my style's the blend of what is and was
You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep
and reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond real
Where you're killed if your raps ain't ill
Another crab motherf_cker 'nother cap to peel
Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance
N_ggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes on
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
[Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye]
Inside my head, you wish to see
The signs appear, the sh_t's not clear
What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
I'm takin heads because, there's no f_ckin ledge
I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide
I couldn't fit in three dimensions if I tried
Civilizations I can delete, so crews don't bother me
Battle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty
N_ggaz run around like clones, I got planets and thrones
Throughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well known)
I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand
Stare in my face, f_ck around and catch a scar man
[Malik B]
[Malik B]
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So when we begin to assassinate your cast members
they shall candor, wavin white flags, man we surrender
Those half-assed negroes know they're no contenders
In syringes, I can shoot up lyrical vengeance
And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers
You should regret it, thinkin about steppin to me
n_ggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with lyrics leaded
Most energetic, I never snag I'm tightly threaded
I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics
Black Thought, Elo and me a trio
Tellin the the strong, word is bond
I'm just tellin you what goes on
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(C'mon brother)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
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