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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Roots
Interprète
Black Thought
Chant
Malik B.
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Smart Abdul-Basit
Composition
Rehani Sayed
Composition
Leonard Hubbard
Composition
Scott Storch
Composition
Tarik Trotter
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Grand Negaz
Production
AJ Shine
Co‑production
Richard Nichols
Ingénierie de mixage
Otto Capobianco
Ingénierie
David Ivory
Ingénierie
Jim "Jiff" Hinger
Ingénierie de mixage
Ahmir Thompson
Ingénierie de mixage
Taj Walton
Ingénierie de mixage
Jim Bottari
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Do you wanna know. what goes on? *2x*
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know. what goes on? *2x*
(Tell me baby!)
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!)
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)
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!)
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Tarik L. Collins, Malik Smart, Leonard N. Hubbard, Ahmir K. Thompson, Rehani Sayed
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