Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

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

Open Sesame, and let down the 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 tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep
On and on, and I don't
I get to the limit, and yo that's 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 sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your 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 means no Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause wack
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) E, cause P keep it simple
Plus I'm like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, 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 rubber he
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But don't 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 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 sweet to be
(So what you 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 should pack, because I cut no
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
It's not a rodeo, but I a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept
off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, rippin shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
to let you know that it's the big payback