(What goes up
Must come down --> Biz Markie )
[ VERSE 1 ]
MC`s - you need deeper concentration
Cause wack rhymes and crews lead to non-profit organizations
I attack like anxiety with the variety
>From the western society - baby
Seeing is believing, but looks can be deceiving
You might think you`re coming with it, nigga, but you`re leaving
With lyrics I`m conceiving
Morning, afternoon and evening
You can`t wait
My shit`s special like a .38
(You got a problem?)
I smoke some boo boo, now I`m spaced out like astrology
Getting in MC`s asses like proctology
It`s seems that everybody`s going through a phase
Thinkin they can bust, but they`re weak like 7 days
All 12 months for every ounce I get 12 blunts
Get the munchies, eat up 12 MC`s at once
Thinkin that they wasn`t, when they know that they was
The one with the style young, they still got the peachfuzz
(What goes up
Must come down)
(What goes up...)
(MC`s) (...must come down)
[ VERSE 2 ]
When I get stoned like Fred Flint I begin
To smoke MC`s like Marian, bury them
Cause most be comin unnatural like a cesarean
I wish my rhymes were meat and MC`s were vegetarians
Cause when it comes to biting, I don`t condone it
Besides, you couldn`t manage my style if you owned it
I got gruesome rhymes in my mind
And they`ll jump on a beat
Infect it when the rhyme is injected
Metaphors are connected
Booty lyrics are deflected
And the mic is intercepted
Cause I never ever leave it neglected
I`m tryina hold my position
What kind of man would I be if my rhymes weren`t in mint condidtion
They say (Hey) Grimm`s nowhere to be found
But they catch me on camera beatin MC`s down
Always tryin to ponder what I`m pondering
They need to find theyself, because they`re somewhere lost and wandering
(What goes up
Must come down)
(What goes up...)
(MC`s) (...must come down)
[ VERSE 3 ]
As we mix a little lyric and track
Like coke and cognac
Premium blend
You`re gonna need a driver, designated friend
Cause I intend to seep in your system
Hit hard, make MC`s change agenda
Disregard their rhymes, return to sender
I got soul like Dr. Scholl eatin a bowl of neckbones
I like my shit loud enough to where it blows your headphones
If you hear any noise, it`s just me and the boys makin hits
Assassination other crews, posses, and clicks
The main thing`s to get down and say my peace
Whoever disrespects, I`m Rushen like Patrice
I`ll never cease with the funky, funky vocals and beats
Cause we need more rappers around flauntin new styles and speaks
I know we`re amped to get the money, cause we need it
But if your lyrics ain`t tight, the whole purpose is defeated
You can`t shine and be on top with the wack sound
It`s time to watch all the burnt out stars hit the ground
