Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

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

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, your tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes flowin
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
I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a
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
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, P keep it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a don't like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then 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 that's and
A pile behind the stage, the P is like
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in
dookie link, with a Fisherman 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 smoke from the he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
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, your mind goes nuts
It sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
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 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 sweet to be
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is 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
not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, rippin shows with E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, 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 my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
to let you know that it's the big payback