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, 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 had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-ly 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 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 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 ?, 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 ?, 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 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!)
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