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featuring Mista Grimm 

(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

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