Текст песни The Roots - What Goes On Pt. 7
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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 at the rest so play, and into rest you layMy 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 motherfucker `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 heads because, there`s no fuckin ledgeI pledge allegiance to my cosmic guideI couldn`t fit in three dimensions if I triedCivilizations I can delete, so crews don`t bother meBattle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgntyNiggaz run around like clones, I got planets and thronesThroughout the galaxy my name`s well known (my name`s well known)I`m all alone in my zone, you wouldn`t understandStare in my face, fuck around and catch a scar man(Malik B)[Malik B]Here on this agenda, there is no pretendersSo when we begin to assassinate your cast membersthey shall candor, wavin white flags, man we surrenderThose half-assed negroes know they`re no contendersIn syringes, I can shoot up lyrical vengeanceAnd my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammersYou should regret it, thinkin about steppin to meniggaz forget it - you`ll get gassed with lyrics leadedMost energetic, I never snag I`m tightly threadedI flip scripts like pattern twistness in calistheticsBlack Thought, Elo and me a trioTellin the the strong, word is bondI`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!)Do you wanna know.. what goes on? *2X* (C`mon brother)Do you wanna know.. what goes on? *2X* (Tell me baby!)