The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E Double? Yo what's up man? Yo these crab MC's Got us trapped up behind these walls man But I'm ready to break out there and do this You know what I'm sayin? So what's the magic word? Open Sesame, and let down the main gate Before you scream EPMD, you should wait I roll with a posse, can you try to stop me Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me On the sneak tip, without me knowin So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin On and on, and I don't quit I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it Step by step, I put an end to your fun Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city I don't feel sorrow, and I have no pity To run up on you, and wax plus tax Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump To the next town, to go punk a chump MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps I'm not havin it, and that means no haps Jack So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's wack This is the big payback As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it simple Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is mutual I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to neutral And crack a 40 (what kind) of Olde E To slay an MC (how) on the Q-T (So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and A pile behind the stage, the P is like steppin Off from the scenes, I see lights and si-rens Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing When cops ask questions, my description is vague No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, with a Fisherman hat A cop says yo how he fleed from the spot? "In a black sports car, I think it was an Iroc But the windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look" (Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he cooked The big payback No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story Just EPMD, the fame and the glory The rappin technique, somethin like fencin Dangerous, it keep you in suspense And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya In your guts, from the razor cuts And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble But don't ever ever ever, mess with E Double I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye I do no stunts, and I'm not The Fall Guy I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all Say some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour (So what you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!" So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes open Cause a brother like me, is always scopin In fact, you should pack, because I cut no slack It's like that, this is the big payback If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing fancy So saddle up MC's, and off we go It's not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin Don't wanna claim a style on the M-I-C But I can go state to state, cold rippin shows with E Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin Never step to a show without packin My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson So nothin moves funny, at the rappin session I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled (You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough More or less do a show, nah The only high I get, is when my fans yell HOE So get the bo-zack, cause we're back to hack Here to let you know that it's the big payback