Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo up man?

Yo crab MC's
Got us up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out 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, brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my 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 young kid from the ghetto, a from the city
I feel sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your
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, that's wack
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a different of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is
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 name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's and
A pile behind the stage, the P is like
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One witness out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat
A cop yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The technique, somethin like fencin
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 your guts, from the cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But don't ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy 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 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 it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is 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, 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 sucker slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna a style on the M-I-C
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. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The high I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big