Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

Yo these crab
Got us trapped up behind walls man
But I'm to break out there and do this
You know what I'm
So what's the word?

Open Sesame, and let down the main
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
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 goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and I quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo it
Step by step, I put an end to fun
I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid the ghetto, a kiddie 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 your
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the next town, to go a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to bust
I'm not it, and that means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, that's wack
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta 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 a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you know M.D
Now I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I think it was an
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and have stamina
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until mind goes nuts
It sound gross, or make 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 just the E, the R-I-C-K, all
Say some one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's like that, is the big payback

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I a lasso
Cause I'm from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold shows with E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only high I get, is my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause back to hack
Here to let you know that the big payback