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 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
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 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
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!)
