Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

Yo these crab
Got us trapped up behind 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 down the gate
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I with a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your brothers to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get to the limit, and yo that's it
by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the
I don't feel sorrow, and I no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a
To the next town, to go a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to caps
I'm not havin it, and that 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?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin like Tyson
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my 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?) 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
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One witness out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a hat
A cop yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we get a look"
(Why?) was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The rappin technique, somethin fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In your guts, from the cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your 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 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 to be sour
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I it, keep your eyes open
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you pack, because 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, nothing
So up MC's, and off we go
not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't
Don't claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show without
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, your bass sound muffled
(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 we're to hack
Here to let you know it's the big payback