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 out there and do this
You what I'm sayin?
So the magic word?

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

As I go and flow, to a different of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like 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 he's checkin, all the bodies that's and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we 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 rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it you in suspense
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 goes
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But ever ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Flash, a Spy with 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 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, keep your open
Cause a brother like me, is always
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If rappin was a I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I a lasso
Cause I'm from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E
Cause maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
step to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) no, and still flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're back to
Here to let you know it's the big payback