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The Big Payback

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Hip-Hop/Rap

The Big Payback was released on July 25, 1989 by Priority Records as a part of the album Unfinished Business

Song Details

AlbumUnfinished Business

Release DateJuly 25, 1989

LabelPriority Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Erick Sermon

Vocals

Parish "PMD" Smith

Parish "PMD" Smith

Vocals

DJ Scratch

Scratches

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Erick Sermon

Songwriter

Parish "PMD" Smith

Parish "PMD" Smith

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Erick Sermon

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Parish "PMD" Smith

Parish "PMD" Smith

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Ivan''Doc'' Rodriguez

Ivan''Doc'' Rodriguez

Engineer

Charlie Marotta

Charlie Marotta

Engineer

Howie Weinberg

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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, they try to bust caps

I'm not havin' it, and that means no hap, Jack

So get the bozack, and lay off the crack 'cause that's wack

This is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo (Why, MD?)

Come on, E, 'cause P keeps it simple

Plus I'm strikin' like lighting

Throwin' blows like Tyson

Slayin' MC's on the QT, sorta like a sniper

So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling 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 what's your name, boy?)

Come on, you know it's MD

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 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 cops says, "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 Romeo or Juliette romance story

Just EPMD, the fame and the glory

The rappin' technique, something 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 ever, 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

It's some check one-two's, and some yes, yes, y'alls

I'm 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 bro 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 Comanche

Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing 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'

Don't wanna claim a style on the M-I-C

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 nothing 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 dough

More or less do a show, naw

The only high I get, is when my fans yell, "Ho"

So get the bozack because we're back to hack

Here to let you know that it's the big payback

Written by: Erick Sermon, Parish "PMD" Smith

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