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, niggaz can not see me, can not be me orCapture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when i tourI am but a messanger born to blow upMy niggaz knew it all the time, lyrically i was a dimeAt the age of nine, shorty black, could rhymeOn the mic i never wasted time, i'm, the exquisite wizardWhen i visit shorties i hit it i'm cool as a blizzardNigga what? you wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, myBlack paper chase ya and then erase ya rhymeSucker, mc's how i hate it when you waste your timeMy state of mind, shine like it's diamond studdedI'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when i'm on, i rageGot the 12 gauge had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-lyMy everyday m.o. is gettin dough cause times is rougherThan a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kidCause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foulThis wild environment hostile produce, the music in meSo my style's the blend of what is and wasYou could get a buzz from it, but enter too deepAnd reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond realWhere you're killed if your raps ain't illAnother crab mother*****er 'nother cap to peelThrough these amps, i motivate camps to danceNiggaz too advanced, i warn, i'm just tellin you what goes onDo 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 seeThe signs appear, the shit's not clearWhat if i flipped, would you know how to maintain your edgeI'm takin heads because, there's no *****in ledgeI pledge allegiance to my cosmic guideI couldn't fit in three dimensions if i triedCivilizations i can delete, so crews don't bother meBattle with jehovah gaining universal soveirgntyNiggaz run around like ?, i got planets and thronesThroughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well known)I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understandStare in my face, ***** around and catch a scar man(malik b)[malik b]Here on this agenda, there is no pretendersSo when we begin to assassinate your cast membersThey shall ?, wavin white flags, man we surrenderThose half-assed negroes know they're no contendersIn syringes, i can shoot up lyrical vengeanceAnd my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammersYou should regret it, thinkin about steppin to meNiggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with lyrics leadedMost energetic, i never snag i'm tightly threadedI flip scripts like pattern twistness in calistheticsBlack thought, elo and me a trioTellin the the strong, word is bondI'm just tellin you what goes onDo 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!)
