Eh yo, whassup E
Yo up man?
Yo crab MC's Got us up behind these walls man But I'm ready to break out there and do You what I'm sayin? So the magic word?
Open Sesame, and let down the gate Before you EPMD, you should wait I with a posse, can you try to stop me Also yo, 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 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 kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city I don't sorrow, and I have no pity To run up on you, and wax tax Your gold, your money, and from eyes your contacts flex over, a hop skip and a jump To the next town, to go punk a MC's try to diss me, and try to caps I'm not havin it, and means no haps Jack So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause wack This is the big
As I go and flow, to a different type of (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, blows like Tyson Slayin MC's on the Q-T, like a sniper So if a sucker like 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?) C'mon E, you it's M.D Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies left and A pile 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 description is No answers at all, bodies behind the stage One yells out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, with a hat A cop says yo how he fleed the spot? "In a black car, I think it was an Iroc But the were tinted, and we couldn't 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 like 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 guts, from the razor cuts And I'mma and pick, until your mind goes nuts It sound gross, or make your stomach bubble But ever ever ever, mess with E Double I'm Jumpin Jack 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 to be sour (So what you E?) I got "Soul power!" So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes a brother like me, is always scopin In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack It's like that, this is the big
If rappin was a 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 carry a Cause I'm back vacation, cause sucker kept slippin Rappin off-beat, plus they wasn't hittin Don't wanna claim a style on the But I can go to state, cold rippin shows with E Cause whether or relaxin, waxin or taxin Never step to a show packin My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. So nothin moves funny, at the rappin I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or I drop clear lyrics, while bass sound 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, cause we're to hack Here to let you know that the big payback