The Big Payback
(专辑: Unfinished Business - 1989)
Yo whassup P? Yo, whassup E
Double? How 'bout the
crab MC's out there? No doubt Tried to mess with The
Squadron Straight up Knowing they ain't got no wins Nut-ting, nut-ting Knahmsayin? Gotta let 'em know this time Yeah we got these cats We get down like that Straight underground like that Word up Two thou' Check it Open Sesame, and let down the
main gate Before you scream EPMD, you should wait I
roll with a
posse, can you try to stop me Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me On the
sneak tip, without me knowing So I
keep going, and my rhymes keep flowin On and on, and I
don't quit I
get pushed to the
limit, and yo that's it Step by step, I
put an end to your fun 'Cause I'm the
chosen one, yes me my son A
young kid from the
ghetto, a
kiddie from the
city I
don't feel sorrow, and I
have no pity To run up on you, and wax plus tax Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts Then flex over, a
hop skip and a
jump To the
next town, to go punk a
chump MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps I'm not having it, and that means no haps Jack So get the
bozack, and lay off the
crack, cause that's wack This is the
big payback As I
go and flow, to a
different type of tempo (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P
keep it simple Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwing blows like Tyson Slayin MC's on the
Q-T, sorta like a
sniper So if a
sucker don't like me, the
feeling is mutual I
tune my rhyme to a
low RPM, then shift to neutral And crack a
40 (what kind) of Olde E
To slay an MC (how) on the
Q-T (So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D. Now while I'm wreckin he's checking, all the
bodies that's left and A
pile behind the
stage, the P
is like steppin Off from the
scenes, I
see lights and si-rens Witness everywhere, but no one seen a
thing When cops ask questions, my description is vague No answers at all, just bodies behind the
stage One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, with a
Fisherman hat When five-ohs ask how he fleed from the
spot? "In a
black sports car, I
think it was an Iroc But the
windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a
look" (Why?) There was smoke from the
rubber he cooked The
big payback No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story Just EPMD, the
fame and the
glory The
rapping technique, something like fencin Dangerous, it keep you in suspense And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya In your guts, from the
razor cuts And I'ma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble But don't ever ever ever, mess with E
Double I'm like Jumping Jack Flash, a
Spy with an Eye I
do no stunts, and I'm not The
Fall Guy I'm just the
E, the
R-I-C-K, that's all Say some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls I'm the
man of the
hour, too sweet to be sour (So what you saying E?) I
got "Soul power!" So dig it, as I
kick it, keep your eyes open Cause a
brother like me, is always scopin In fact, you should pack, because I
cut no slack It's like that... this is the
big payback If rapping was a
tribe I'd be the
chief commanche Hat fat link, chunky rings, nuttin fancy So saddle up MC's, and off we go It's not a
rodeo, but I
carry a
lasso 'Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin Rapping off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin Don't wanna claim a
style on the
M-I-C But I
can go state to state, cold rippin shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin Never step to a
show without packin My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. Wessun So nothing moves funny, at the
rapping session I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles I
drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled (You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough More or less do a
show... nah The
only high I
get, is when my fans yell HOE So get the
bo-zack, 'cause we're back to hack Here to let you know that it's the
big payback