- The Roots What Goes On, Pt. 7 歌詞
- 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, niggaz 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 niggaz 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,
Im, the exquisite wizard when
I visit shorties
I hit it Im cool as a blizzard
Nigga what?
You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, my black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
Sucker, MCs how
I hate it when you waste your time
My state of mind, shine like its diamond studded
Im rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when
Im 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, niggazll hustle and live, foul
This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me
So my styles 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 youre killed if your raps aint ill
Another crab motherfucker nother cap to peel
Through these amps,
I motivate camps to dance
Niggaz too advanced,
I warn , Im 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 shits not clear
What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
Im takin heads because, theres no fuckin ledge
I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide
I couldnt fit in three dimensions if
I tried Civilizations
I can delete, so crews dont bother me
Battle with
Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty
Niggaz run around like clones,
I got planets and thrones
Throughout the galaxy my names well known (my names well known)
Im all alone in my zone, you wouldnt understand
Stare in my face, fuck 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 theyre 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 niggaz forget it - youll get gassed with lyrics leaded
Most energetic,
I never snag
Im tightly threaded
I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics
Black Thought,
Elo and me a trio
Tellin the the strong, word is bond
Im just tellin you what goes on
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X] (Tell me baby!)
Do you wannaknow.. what goes on? [2X] (Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X] (Cmon brother)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [ 2X] (Tell me baby!)
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