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the roots – what goes on pt. 7 lyrics

[hook x2]
do you wanna know… what goes on?
do you wanna know… what goes on?
(tell me, baby!)

[verse 1: black thought]
yo, n-ggas cannot see me, cannot be me or
capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when i tour
i am but a messenger born to blow up
my n-ggas 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-gga, whut?!
if you want, i’ll bust your fronts with the b-tt of my black
paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
sucker mc’s, how i hate the way you waste your time
my state of mind shine like it’s diamond studded
i rhyme blunted 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-ggas’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 plummet
beyond real, where you’re k!lled if your raps ain’t ill
another crab motherf-cker, ‘nother cap to peel
through these amps, i motivate camps to dance
n-ggas too advanced, i warn, i’m just tellin’ you what goes on

[hook x2]

[verse 2: 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, gainin’ universal sovereignty
n-ggas run around like clones, i got planets and thrones
throughout the galaxy, 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 sun tan

[verse 3: malik b]
here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
so, when we begin to -ss-ssinate your cast members
they shall hinder, 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-ggas 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 calisthenics
black thought, elo and me – a trio
talent is strong, word is bond
i’m just tellin’ you what goes on

[hook x4]

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