Dag Nabbit - What Goes Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Dr Syntax] You get ostracized from the environment Quicker than picket line crossing firemen When picking fights with Ben Up your strength like Heineken Or retire from your a**ignment I'm wilder than a hyperactive minor swinging frying pans When curtains rise and I commence I've got rappers hiding under caps like s**micides in diaphragms I'm so hype with many eyes attempt to view to surmise That I began the night by swigging vials of liquid nitrogen To see me you'll have to raise your game a bit I'll f** your mind so much I'll learn which way's its favourite Plus when I diss you I'll make sure you stay ashamed of it I'll staple your an*s lips and tape you parading it Think 'Tax's, white face means rap ain't my taste You f*gs are lightweight, like packs of rice cakes I attack the ma**es like a savage primate Causing panic with the damage from my rapid fire rate [Hook: Dr Syntax] x 2 What goes up must come down Gravity won't save you now Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear is Take you from the zenith right down to the nadir [Verse 2] You see me? People call me the tangled an*lyst The arrogant rap ba*tard, spitting acid raps at pacifists Jagged fists, swing, bringing a man to meet his maker and Hate to stand still I feel to spit the verse and take a grand Make a man simmer, listen good I'm in to win it and then some, looking to play the field I'm running a mile while you're still up in detention Your lacking direction like a broken bus Your rhymes are so old you're leaving the cypher coated in vocal dust You hopeless f**s need to hold your mouth and beg your pardon f** Bin Laden man I started bombing tracks in kindergarten So pick a card if you think you're hard enough for half my stuff Your arse smells harsher than the nasty buff that called your father's bluff Seemingly bored mind torn thoughts conflicting, treat Art like a sport force rappers spitting quick tings to hold the tongues I spit with swollen lung capacity Holding one mic I mold your life like it was plasticine [Hook] x 2 [Verse 3: Dr Syntax] I dip into raps Like piss-heads eating chicken kebabs Or d**h-wishing junkies sniffing up scag Open up like a fist in a vag I was missing in action Now I'm back to fill in the facts Ripping up tracks like timesheets When your supervisor finds you skiving Lighting a pipe when you're required for driving High as a kite like a microlite on the skyline Your pride is denied of a fight and Like it was time and I've had a skinful Cos even with my plan bladder well full I'm still rapping skilful Attack on impulse like cats to little Rats and squirrels I leave you twats as cripples Like your backs were brittle and hammers hit you It now stands official Local town councillors fear this anarchist's rule They know my mayhem is taking it's toll I'm not restrained by the planet's gravitational hold