Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

Yo crab MC's
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 word?

Open Sesame, and let down the gate
Before you EPMD, you should wait
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
Also yo, your tried to pop me
On the tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep
On and on, and I don't
I get pushed to the limit, and yo it
Step by step, I put an end to fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the
I don't 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 next town, to go a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to caps
I'm not havin it, and that no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause wack
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
Plus I'm like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta a sniper
So if a sucker don't me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
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 windows tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he
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 have to be cool, and have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind nuts
It might sound gross, or make stomach bubble
But don't ever ever ever, mess E Double
I'm Jumpin 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 what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is scopin
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
like that, this is the big payback

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
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, cause sucker slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go state to state, cold shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, or taxin
Never step to a 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 clear lyrics, while 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 back to hack
Here to let you know it's the big payback