Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo up man?

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

Sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
yo, your brothers tried 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
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 from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no
To run up on you, and wax tax
gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
MC's try to me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a
So if a sucker like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
No answers at all, just behind 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 black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, the razor cuts
And stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But don't ever ever ever, 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 the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
Say check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep your open
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
like that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the commanche
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker 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, rippin shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, or taxin
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 bass sound
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, we're back to hack
Here to let you that it's the big payback