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