Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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[Black Thought]
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Yo, niggaz can not see me, can not be me or
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capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tour
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I am but a messanger born to blow up
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My niggaz knew it all the time, lyrically I was a dime
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At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme
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On the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizard
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when I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzard
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Nigga what? You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, my
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black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
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Sucker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your time
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My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded
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I'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage
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Got the 12 gauge at the rest so play, and into rest you lay
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My everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougher
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than a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kid
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Cause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foul
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This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me
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So my style's the blend of what is and was
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You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep
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and reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond real
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Where you're killed if your raps ain't ill
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Another crab motherfucker 'nother cap to peel
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Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance
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Niggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes on
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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[Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye]
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Inside my head, you wish to see
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The signs appear, the shit's not clear
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What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
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I'm takin heads because, there's no fuckin ledge
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I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide
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I couldn't fit in three dimensions if I tried
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Civilizations I can delete, so crews don't bother me
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Battle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty
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Niggaz run around like clones, I got planets and thrones
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Throughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well known)
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I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand
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Stare in my face, fuck around and catch a scar man
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[Malik B]
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[Malik B]
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Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
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So when we begin to assassinate your cast members
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they shall candor, wavin white flags, man we surrender
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Those half-assed negroes know they're no contenders
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In syringes, I can shoot up lyrical vengeance
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And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers
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You should regret it, thinkin about steppin to me
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niggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with lyrics leaded
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Most energetic, I never snag I'm tightly threaded
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I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics
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Black Thought, Elo and me a trio
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Tellin the the strong, word is bond
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I'm just tellin you what goes on
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(C'mon brother)
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Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
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(Tell me baby!)
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What Goes On Pt. 7
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| The Roots |
