Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo up man?

Yo these crab
Got us up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out and do this
You know I'm sayin?
So the magic word?

Open Sesame, and let down the main
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes flowin
On and on, and I quit
I get to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a from the city
I feel sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes contacts
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the next town, to go a chump
MC's try to me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a different of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, like a sniper
So if a sucker don't me, the feelin is mutual
I my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you it's M.D
Now I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed from the
"In a black sports car, I think it was an
But the windows tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
Just EPMD, the and the glory
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In your guts, the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or your stomach bubble
But don't ever ever ever, mess with E
I'm like Jumpin Flash, a Spy with an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy
I'm the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
Say check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is always
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause kept slippin
off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin
Don't claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E
Cause maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause back to hack
to let you know that it's the big payback