Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

Yo crab MC's
Got us trapped up behind walls man
But I'm ready to break out and do this
You know I'm sayin?
So what's the magic

Open Sesame, and let down the main
you scream EPMD, you should wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep
On and on, and I quit
I get to the limit, and yo that's 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 from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your
flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the town, to go punk a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to bust
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 different of tempo
(Why MD?) E, cause P keep it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, blows like Tyson
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the 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 name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a
When cops ask questions, my description is
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in
Stupid link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed the spot?
"In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In your guts, from the razor
And I'mma stick and pick, your mind goes 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 the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
Say some check one-twos, and some yes yes
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 your open
Cause a like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's like that, is the big payback

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief
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 tune hittin
Don't claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin shows E
Cause whether or relaxin, waxin or taxin
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 for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound
(You sniff blow?) no, and still flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you that it's the big payback