Текст песни What Goes On, Part 7 - The Roots
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
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?
*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
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
(Malik
B)
(Malik
B)
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?
*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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