Eh yo, whassup E
Yo up man?
Yo these MC's Got us trapped up behind these man But I'm ready to out there and do this You know what I'm So what's the word?
Open Sesame, and let the main gate Before you scream EPMD, you wait I with a posse, can you try to stop me yo, your brothers tried to pop me On the sneak tip, without me So I keep goin, and my keep 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 the ghetto, a kiddie from the city I feel sorrow, and I have no pity To run up on you, and wax tax Your gold, money, and from your eyes your contacts flex over, a hop skip and a jump To the town, to go punk a chump try to diss me, and try to bust caps I'm not havin it, and that means no haps So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's This is the big
As I go and flow, to a different of tempo (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple I'm strikin like 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 my rhyme 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 know M.D Now I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and A pile behind the stage, the P is like 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 bodies the stage One witness out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, with a hat A cop says yo how he from the spot? "In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc But the windows 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 EPMD, the fame and the glory The rappin technique, like fencin Dangerous, it you in suspense And you have to be cool, and plus stamina Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya In your guts, from the razor And stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts It might sound gross, or make your 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 one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls 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 Cause a brother me, is always scopin In fact, you should pack, because I cut no It's that, this is the big payback
If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy So up MC's, and off we go not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker kept slippin Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't wanna 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 without packin My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson So nothin moves funny, at the rappin I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled (You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough or less do a show, nah The only high I get, is when my yell HOE So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack Here to let you know it's the big payback