"What Goes On Pt. 7" lyrics - THE ROOTS

[Hook 2x:]
Do you wanna know... what goes on?
Do you wanna know... what goes on?
(Tell me, baby!)

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, niggas 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 niggas 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, whut?!
If you want, I'll bust your fronts with the butt 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, niggas'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 killed if your raps ain't ill
Another crab motherfucker, 'nother cap to peel
Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance
Niggas too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin' you what goes on

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[Verse 2: 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, gainin' universal sovereignty
Niggas 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, fuck around and catch a sun tan

[Verse 3: Malik B]
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So, when we begin to assassinate your cast members
They shall hinder, 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
Niggas 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 calisthenics
Black Thought, ELO and me - a trio
Talent is strong, word is bond
I'm just tellin' you what goes on

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