Epmd - The Big Payback Lyrics
[p] aiyyo whassup e double?[e] yo whassup man?[p] yo these crab mcs got us trapped up behind these walls manBut Im ready to break out of here and do this, yaknahmsayin?So whats the magic word?[erick sermon]Open sesame, and let down the main gateBefore you screamed epmd, you shouldnt waitI roll with a posse, hey you tried 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, only off the crack, thats wackThis is the big payback..[parrish smith]As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo(why md? ) cmon e, the p keeps 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 feeling is mutualI took my rhyme to a lower rpm, then shift to neutralThen crack a 40 (what kind) of olde eTo slay an mc (how) on the q-t(so whats your name boy? ) cmon, you know its m.d.So 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 hatA cop said, yo, howd he flee 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 fencin, dangerousIt keeps 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 never 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 allDid some check one-twos, and some yes yes yallsIm the man of the hour, 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 commancheHad 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 suckers kept slippinRappin off-beat, plus your tunes wasnt hittinThey wanna claim a style on the m-i-cBut I can rotate the 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 goMore or less do a show.. nahThe only high I get, is when my fans yell hoeSo get the bo-zack, because were back to hackHere to let you know that its the big payback..[parrish]Yeah thats right man, big payback in eighty-nine, yaknahmsayin?Epmds in effect on the unfinished business tip? and tony, snappin necks
