Epmd - The Big Payback * Lyrics
* versions on greatest hits differ from the original recordings[e] yo whassup p?[p] yo, whassup e double?[e] how bout the crab mcs out there?[p] no doubt[e] tried to mess with the squadron[p] straight up[e] knowin they aint got no wins[p] nut-ting, nut-ting[e] knahmsayin? gotta let em know this time[p] yeah we got these cats[e] we get down like that[p] straight underground like that[e] word up[p] two thou[e] check it[erick sermon]Open sesame, and let down the main gateBefore you scream epmd, you should waitI roll with a posse, can you try to stop meAlso yo, your brothers tried to pop meOn the sneak tip, without me knowinSo I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowinOn and on, and I dont quitI get pushed to the limit, and yo thats itStep by step, I put an end to your funCause Im the chosen one, yes me my sonA young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the cityI dont feel sorrow, and I have no pityTo run up on you, and wax plus taxYour gold, your money, and from your eyes your contactsThen flex over, a hop skip and a jumpTo the next town, to go punk a chumpMcs try to diss me, and try to bust capsIm not havin it, and that means no haps jackSo get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause thats wackThis is the big payback..[parrish smith]As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo(why md? ) cmon e, cause p keep it simplePlus Im strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like tysonSlayin mcs on the q-t, sorta like a sniperSo if a sucker dont like me, the feelin is mutualI tune my rhyme to a low rpm, then shift to neutralAnd crack a 40 (what kind) of olde eTo slay an mc (how) on the q-t(so whats your name boy? ) cmon e, you know its m.d.Now while Im wreckin hes checkin, all the bodies thats left andA pile behind the stage, the p is like steppinOff from the scenes, I see lights and si-rensWitness everywhere, but no one seen a thingWhen cops ask questions, my description is vagueNo answers at all, just bodies behind the stageOne witness yells out, that he was dressed in blackStupid dookie link, with a fisherman hatWhen five-ohs ask how he fleed from the spot?In a black sports car, I think it was an irocBut the windows were tinted, and we couldnt get a look(why? ) there was smoke from the rubber he cookedThe big payback..[erick sermon]No rome-et-oh, or juliette romance storyJust epmd, the fame and the gloryThe rappin technique, somethin like fencinDangerous, it keep you in suspenseAnd you have to be cool, and plus have staminaCause if you dont, Im gonna end up stabbin yaIn your guts, from the razor cutsAnd ima stick and pick, until your mind goes nutsIt might sound gross, or make your stomach bubbleBut dont ever ever ever, mess with e doubleIm like jumpin jack flash, a spy with an eyeI do no stunts, and Im not the fall guyIm just the e, the r-i-c-k, thats allSay some check one-twos, and some yes yes yallsIm 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 openCause a brother like me, is always scopinIn fact, you should pack, because I cut no slackIts like that.. this is the big payback..[parrish smith]If rappin was a tribe Id be the chief commancheHat fat link, chunky rings, nuttin fancySo saddle up mcs, and off we goIts not a rodeo, but I carry a lassoCause Im back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippinRappin off-beat, plus they tune wasnt hittinDont wanna claim a style on the m-i-cBut I can go state to state, cold rippin shows with eCause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxinNever step to a show without packinMy partners, mr. smith and mr. wessunSo nothin moves funny, at the rappin sessionIm strictly biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chucklesI drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled(you sniff blow? ) hell no, and still flow and say doughMore or less do a show.. nahhhThe only high I get, is when my fans yell hoeSo get the bo-zack, cause were back to hackHere to let you know that its the big payback
