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, 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, I'm, the exquisite wizard



when I visit shorties I hit it I'm 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, 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, niggaz'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 motherfucker 'nother cap to peel



Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance



Niggaz 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 shit's not clear



What if I flipped, would you know how to

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