Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Payback, artist - EPMD. Album song Out Of Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Big Payback |
Aiyyo whassup E double? |
Yo whassup man? |
Yo these crab MC’s got us trapped up behind these walls man |
But I’m ready to break out of here and do this, you know what I’m saying? |
So whats the magic word? |
Open sesame and let down the main gate |
Before you screamed EPMD, you shouldn’t wait |
I roll with a posse, hey you tried 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 flowing |
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, only off the crack, that’s wack |
This is the big payback |
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo Big payback, yo, big payback, yo As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo |
Why MD? |
Come on E, the P keeps it simple |
Plus I’m striking like lightning, throwing blows like Tyson |
Slaying MC’s on the QT, sorta like a sniper |
So if a sucker don’t like me, the feeling is mutual |
I took my rhyme to a lower RPM, then shift to neutral |
Then crack a 40, what kind of old E To slay an MC how, on the QT |
So whats your name boy? |
Come on, you know its MD |
So while I’m wrecking he’s checking, all the bodies that’s left and |
A pile behind the stage, the P is like stepping |
Off from the scenes, I see lights and sirens |
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 said, «Yo, howd he flee from the spot?» |
In a black sports car, I think it was an iroc |
But the windows were tinted, and we couldnt get a look |
Why? |
There was smoke from the rubber he cooked the big payback |
No rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story |
Just EMPD, the fame and the glory |
The rapping technique, something like fencing, dangerous |
It keeps you in suspense |
And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina |
'Cause if you don’t, I’m gonna end up stabbing 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 never 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 |
Did some check one-twos, and some yes yes y’alls |
I’m the man of the hour, 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 scoping |
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no slack |
It’s like that, this is the big payback |
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo Big payback, yo, big payback, yo If rapping was a tribe ID be the chief commanche |
Had fat link, chunky rings, nutting 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 suckers kept slipping |
Rapping off-beat, plus your tunes wasn’t hitting |
They wanna claim a style on the M I C But I can rotate the state, cold ripping shows with E |
'Cause whether maxing or relaxing, waxing or taxing |
Never step to a show without packing |
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 go More or less do a show, nah |
The only high I get, is when my fans yell hoe |
So get the bo-zack, because were back to hack |
Here to let you know that it’s the big payback |
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo Big payback, yo, big payback, yo Yeah, that’s right man, big payback in eighty-nine |
You know what I’m saying |
EPMDs in effect on the unfinished business tip |
and Tony, snapping necks |
Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo |