[P] Aiyyo whassup E Double?
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[E] Yo whassup man?
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[P] Yo these crab MC's got us trapped up behind these walls man
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But I'm ready to break out of here and do this, yaknahmsayin?
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So what's the magic word?
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[Erick Sermon]
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Open Sesame, and let down the main gate
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Before you screamed EPMD, you shouldn't wait
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I roll with a posse, hey you tried to stop me
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Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me
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on the sneak tip, without me knowin
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so I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
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On and on, and I don't quit
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I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
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Step by step, I put an end to your fun
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cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
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A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
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I don't feel sorrow, and I have no pity
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to run up on you, and wax plus tax
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Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
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Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump
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to the next town, to go punk a chump
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MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps
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I'm not havin it, and that means no haps Jack
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So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack
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This is the big payback
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[Parrish Smith]
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As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo
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(Why MD?) C'mon E, the P keeps it simple
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Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
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Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
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So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling is mutual
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I took my rhyme to a lower RPM, then shift to neutral
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then crack a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
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To slay an MC (how) on the Q-T
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(So what's your name boy?) C'mon, you know it's M.D.
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So while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
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a pile behind the stage, the P is like steppin
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off from the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
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Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing
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When cops ask questions, my description is vague
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No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
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One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
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Stupid dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
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A cop said, "Yo, how'd he flee from the spot?"
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"In a black sports car, I think it was an Iroc
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but the windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
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(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he cooked
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The big payback
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[Erick Sermon]
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No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story
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Just EPMD, the fame and the glory
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The rappin technique, somethin like fencin, dangerous
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It keeps you in suspense
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And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina
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Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
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in your guts, from the razor cuts
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And I'ma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
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It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
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But don't never ever ever, mess with E Double
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I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye
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I do no stunts, and I'm not The Fall Guy
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I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
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Did some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
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I'm the man of the hour, sweet to be sour
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(So what you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
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So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes open
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Cause a brother like me, is always scopin
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In fact, you should pack, because I cut no slack
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It's like that.. this is the big payback
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[Parrish Smith]
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If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
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Had fat link, chunky rings, nuttin fancy
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So saddle up MC's, and off we go
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It's not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
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Cause I'm back from vacation, cause suckers kept slippin
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Rappin off-beat, plus your tunes wasn't hittin
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They wanna claim a style on the M-I-C
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But I can rotate the state, cold rippin shows with E
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Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
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Never step to a show without packin
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my partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. Wessun
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So nothin moves funny, at the rappin session
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I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
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I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
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(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say go
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More or less do a show.. nah
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the only high I get, is when my fans yell HOE
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So get the bo-zack, because we're back to hack
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Here to let you know that it's the big payback
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[Parrish]
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Yeah that's right man, big payback in eighty-nine, yaknahmsayin?
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EPMD's in effect on the Unfinishe |