The Big Payback (Live)

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, yaknahmsayin?
 So what's 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 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, only off the crack, that's wack
 This is the big payback
 As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo
 (why md?) c'mon e, the p keeps 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 feeling is mutual
 I took my rhyme to a lower rpm, then shift to neutral
 Then 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, you know it's m.d.
 So 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 said, yo, how'd he flee 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 rappin technique, somethin like fencin, 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 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 never 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
 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 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
 Had 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 suckers kept slippin
 Rappin off-beat, plus your tunes wasn't hittin
 They wanna claim a style on the m-i-c
 But I can rotate the 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 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 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 we're back to hack
 Here to let you know that it's the big payback
 Yeah that's right man, big payback in eighty-nine, yaknahmsayin?
 Epmd's in effect on the unfinished
 business tip? and tony, snappin necks