Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MC's Must Come Down, artist - DJ Pooh. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MC's Must Come Down |
| (What goes up |
| Must come down --] Biz Markie) |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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 |