The Roots — What Goes On Pt. 7

[Hook x2] 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 [Hook x2] [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 [Hook x4]