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The Big Payback Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Eh yo, whassup E Double? 

 

Yo what's up man? 

 

Yo these crab MC's 

Got us trapped up behind these walls man 

But I'm ready to break out there and do this 

You know what I'm sayin? 

So what's the magic word? 

 

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 knowin 

So I keep goin, 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 havin 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 

 

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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, throwin blows like Tyson 

Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper 

So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin 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 checkin, 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 

A cop says yo 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 

 

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No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story 

Just EPMD, the fame and the glory 

The rappin technique, somethin 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'mma 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 Jumpin 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 sayin 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 rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche 

Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing 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 

Rappin 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. Wesson 

So nothin moves funny, at the rappin 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 

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