Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo what's up

Yo these crab
Got us trapped up behind these man
But I'm ready to break out and do this
You what I'm sayin?
So what's the magic

Sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, brothers tried to pop me
On the tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes 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 no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a
To the next town, to go a chump
try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) C'mon E, P keep 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 like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to
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 while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
cops ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in
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?) There was from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But ever 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 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, your eyes open
Cause a brother 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, cause sucker slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune hittin
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go state to state, cold rippin shows E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no for laugh or chuckles
I drop lyrics, while your bass 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 yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know that the big payback