The Roots - What Goes On, Part 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***as 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***as 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 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***as'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***as 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***as 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** 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 candor, 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***as 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!)