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    DJ Pooh Mc’s Must Come Down текст песни

    Mc’s Must Come Down

    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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