Song | What Goes On, Pt. 7 |
Artist | The Roots |
Album | Do You Want More?!!!??! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Questlove | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) |
[2X] (Tell me baby!) [Black Thought] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? |
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 | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) |
[2X] (Tell me baby!) [Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? |
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 | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (C'mon brother) |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) |
zuo ci : Questlove | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] (Tell me baby!) [Black Thought] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? |
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 | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] (Tell me baby!) [Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? |
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 halfassed 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 | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? C' mon brother |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
zuò cí : Questlove | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] (Tell me baby!) [Black Thought] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? |
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 | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] (Tell me baby!) [Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? |
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 halfassed 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 | |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? C' mon brother |
[2X] | Do you wanna know.. what goes on? Tell me baby! |