The Roots

The Roots - What Goes On Pt. 7 lyrics

rate me

Do you wanna know.. what goes on?

(Tell me baby!)

Do you wanna know.. what goes on?

(Tell me baby!)

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 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, 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?

(Tell me baby!)

Do you wanna know.. what goes on?

(Tell me baby!)

Inside my head, you wish to see

The signs appear, the shit's not clear

What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge

I'm takin heads because, there's no fuckin 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

Niggaz 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, fuck around and catch a scar man

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 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

niggaz forget it - you'll get gassed 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?

(Tell me baby!)

Do you wanna know.. what goes on?

(Tell me baby!)

Do you wanna know.. what goes on?

(C'mon brother)

Do you wanna know.. what goes on?

(Tell me baby!)

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