versions on Greatest Hits differ from the original recordings [E] Yo whassup P? [P] Yo, whassup E Double? [E] How bout the crab MCs out there? [P] No doubt [E] Tried to mess with The Squadron [P] Straight up [E] Knowin they aint got no wins [P] Nutting, nutting [E] Knahmsayin? Gotta let em know this time [P] Yeah we got these cats [E] We get down like that [P] Straight underground like that [E] Word up [P] Two thou [E] Check it [Erick Sermon] 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 dont quit I get pushed to the limit, and yo thats it Step by step, I put an end to your fun Cause Im the chosen one, yes me my son A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city I dont 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 MCs try to diss me, and try to bust caps Im not havin it, and that means no haps Jack So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause thats wack This is the big payback Big payback [Parrish Smith] As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo Why MD? Cmon E, cause P keep it simple Plus Im strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson Slayin MCs on the QT, sorta like a sniper So if a sucker dont 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 QT So whats your name boy? Cmon E, you know its M.D Now while Im wreckin hes checkin, all the bodies thats left and A pile behind the stage, the P is like steppin 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 When fiveohs 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 couldnt get a look Why? There was smoke from the rubber he cooked The big payback .. [Erick Sermon] No Romeetoh, 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 dont, Im gonna end up stabbin ya In your guts, from the razor cuts And Imma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble But dont ever ever ever, mess with E Double Im like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye I do no stunts, and Im not The Fall Guy Im just the E, the RICK, thats all Say some check onetwos, and some yes yes yalls Im 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 Its like that.. this is the big payback .. [Parrish Smith] If rappin was a tribe Id be the chief commanche Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing fancy So saddle up MCs, and off we go Its not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso Cause Im back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin Rappin offbeat, plus they tune wasnt hittin Dont wanna claim a style on the MIC 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 Im 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.. nahhh The only high I get, is when my fans yell HOE So get the bozack, cause were back to hack Here to let you know that its the big payback
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