作词 : Questlove
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, ****** 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 ****** 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
***** 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, ******'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 ************ 'nother cap to peel
Through these amps,
I motivate camps to dance
****** 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 ****'s not clear
What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
I'm takin heads because, there's no ****in 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
****** 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, **** 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 ****** 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!)