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-gg-z 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-gg-z 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-gg- what? you wanna bust your fronts, with the b-tter, 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 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-gg-z’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 motherf-cker ‘nother cap to peel
through these amps, i motivate camps to dance
n-gg-z 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-t’s not clear
what if i flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
i’m takin heads because, there’s no f-ckin 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-gg-z 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-ck around and catch a scar man
(malik b)
(malik b)
here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
so when we begin to -ss-ssinate your cast members
they shall candor, wavin white flags, man we surrender
those half–ssed 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-gg-z forget it – you’ll get g-ssed 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!)
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