| Song | What Goes On, Pt. 7 |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Do You Want More?!!!??! |
| 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!) |
| 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! |