(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