Eh yo, whassup E
Yo what's up
Yo these crab Got us trapped up 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 you scream EPMD, you should wait I roll a posse, can you try to stop me Also yo, your tried to pop me On the sneak tip, 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 kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city I don't feel sorrow, and I no pity To run up on you, and wax tax Your gold, your money, and your eyes your contacts Then flex over, a hop skip and a To the town, to go punk a chump 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 is the big payback
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, like 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 boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies left and A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin Off from the scenes, I see lights and everywhere, but no one seen a thing When cops ask questions, my description is No answers at all, just behind the stage One witness out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, with a hat A cop says yo how he fleed from the "In a black sports car, I think it was an But the windows 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 Just EPMD, the fame and the The technique, somethin like fencin Dangerous, it you in suspense And you have to be cool, and plus stamina if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya In your guts, from the razor And I'mma stick and pick, until your goes nuts It might gross, or make your stomach bubble But ever 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 kick it, keep 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 commanche Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy So up MC's, and off we go It's not a rodeo, but I carry a I'm back from vacation, cause 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 to state, cold rippin shows 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, your bass sound muffled (You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough More or 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 the big payback