Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo what's up

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

Open Sesame, and let the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
Also yo, your 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 from the ghetto, a kiddie from the
I don't sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your your contacts
flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
try to diss 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, that's wack
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) E, cause P keep it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a
So if a don't like 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 name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the that's left and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No answers at all, just bodies the stage
One witness yells out, that he was in black
Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat
A cop yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc
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 Juliette story
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you have to be cool, and have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But don't ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy 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 some check one-twos, and some yes yes
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is scopin
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no
It's like that, this is the big

If rappin was a 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 a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept
Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin shows E
Cause whether or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass muffled
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, we're back to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big