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The Big Payback
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PMD
PMD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Parish "PMD" Smith
Parish "PMD" Smith
Songwriter
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Charlie Marotta
Charlie Marotta
Mixing Engineer
PMD
PMD
Producer

Lyrics

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 Big payback, yo, big payback, yo Big payback, yo, big payback, yo 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
Writer(s): Parrish Smith, Erick Sermon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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