The Roots - What Goes On Pt. 7 lyrics

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***az 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***az 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***a what? you wanna bust your fronts, with the bu*ter, my Black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme s**er, 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 had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-ly 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***az'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 k**ed if your raps ain't ill Another crab motherf**er 'nother cap to peel Through these amps, i motivate camps to dance n***az 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**'s not clear What if i flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge I'm takin heads because, there's no f**in 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***az run around like ?, 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** around and catch a scar man (malik b) [malik b] Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to a**a**inate your cast members They shall ?, wavin white flags, man we surrender Those half-a**ed 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***az forget it - you'll get ga**ed 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!)