Roots - What Goes On, Part 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, niggaz can not see me, can not be me orcapture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tourI am but a messanger born to blow upMy niggaz knew it all the time, lyrically I was a dimeAt the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhymeOn the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizardwhen I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzardNigga what? You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, myblack paper chase ya and then erase ya rhymeSucker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your timeMy state of mind, shine like it's diamond studdedI'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rageGot the 12 gauge had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-lyMy everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougherthan a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kidCause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foulThis wild environment hostile produce, the music in meSo my style's the blend of what is and wasYou could get a buzz from it, but enter too deepand reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond realWhere you're killed if your raps ain't illAnother crab mother*****er 'nother cap to peelThrough these amps, I motivate camps to danceNiggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes onDo 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 seeThe signs appear, the shit's not clearWhat if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edgeI'm takin
