Eh yo, whassup E
Yo up man?
Yo these MC's Got us up behind these walls man But I'm to break out there and do this You what I'm sayin? So what's the magic
Open Sesame, and let down the main Before you scream EPMD, you wait I with a posse, can you try to stop me Also yo, your brothers to pop me On the sneak tip, without me 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 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 from your 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 bust I'm not havin it, and that 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 of tempo (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple Plus I'm strikin lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta a sniper So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then to neutral And crack a 40 (what kind) of 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 pile the stage, the P is like steppin Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens Witness everywhere, but no one seen a When cops ask questions, my is vague No answers at all, just behind the stage One yells out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat A cop yo how he fleed from 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 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 plus have Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya In your guts, from the razor And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind nuts It sound gross, or make your stomach bubble But don't ever ever, mess with E Double I'm like 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 check one-twos, and 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 kick it, keep eyes open Cause a brother like me, is always In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack It's that, this is the big payback
If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy So up MC's, and off we go not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso Cause I'm back vacation, cause sucker kept slippin Rappin off-beat, plus they tune hittin Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C But I can go state to state, rippin shows with E Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or step to a show without packin My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. So nothin moves funny, at the session I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no for laugh or chuckles I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled (You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still and say dough or less do a show, nah The only high I get, is when my fans HOE So get the bo-zack, cause we're back to to let you know that it's the big payback