Payback Ii Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Payback Ii Lyrics

    [e double]
    Word em up

    [joe sinistr]
    Word em up, ha ha
    Got the e double, right there

    [e double]
    Jmj combined with grand.. royal..
    Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
    Word em up

    [joe sinistr]
    Here we go, joe sinistr representin from the joint

    Verse one: erick sermon

    Yo yo, i pause for the cause
    I seen niggaz heads busted, someone pass the gauze
    This rhyme may affect the skull to a point
    And crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint
    *inhale* there i go and now it's showtime without
    Kiki shepherd, now the bitch feels neglected
    Check the memo, remember you listened to my demo;
    Yeah the one about the fuckin limo?
    Rewind because i'm pushed for time right now
    What where when how, my sound's out there like moscow
    I hear nuttin but the music, raw fusion
    No mass confusion or illusion
    Blink blink, blink so what you sayin? i'm not playin
    Hey man, yo i caught you playin
    So don't be conspicous, cause you can't get with this
    Hardcore scientifical, far from typical
    My rap style, is dy-no-mite
    It make you wanna be like the e double, and not like mike
    Yo, bust my acoustics, swing!
    Deranged, when i rock the mic i feel strange
    Now back to our program, fuck batman, bang bang
    Sound from the gat-man
    Let me quit it, cause i feel i have shitted
    And got mad niggaz widdit
    Joe sinistr follows
    So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow

    Chorus: joe sinistr

    It's the second payback, payback part ii
    Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part ii
    Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, the payback part ii
    Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, payback part ii
    It's part ii, uhh

    Verse two: joe sinistr

    And while niggaz still arrested virgins, i rips it ill
    As erick sermon's, we's the ones usin the method slurrin
    So joe sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
    My six will fix another one greedy
    Foreal, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
    And we'll catch clown, with they pants down real low
    The screwball better work a rupaul and switch fast
    Or we'll be in the cornfield, killin your bitch ass
    And timb's roam through bad bad odor but it is home
    Wild flex and more sex than mad cobra
    So take it easy ?just to mash a kraut? mine's the cheesiest
    And i'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than cbs
    I make the funk doobie turn to a process
    I mob just any nigga, i don't care who he
    I still get doughs, takin off bitches girbauds
    And lamp with erick, a champ merit cause i flip foes
    See these screws loose, i repeat, beetlejuice, beetlejuice
    But stop there goes the third time with the cock-a-roach
    And i get more flows than vic tayback
    So kids, here come the second big payback

    Chorus 1/2

    Verse three: erick sermon, joe sinistr

    *tire squeeling sound* i return burnin rubber
    The black african brother, low key so call me undercover
    The funkster from the boonies
    I love muhammad ali, so fuck gerry cooney
    Oops, can't forget, under a roof from one nation
    *rrraow* crowd participation
    Shit, i'm so upset, i feel like snappin niggaz neck
    But i'ma chill and let joe get wreck

    My secret recipe put pepsi on diet's, uh-huh
    The funk dog as i come low to piss on hydrants
    And howl at half moons and white owls and mad tunes
    Live quite fowl, leavin lifestyles in bitches bathrooms
    I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird
    My style is more fear-ed than black planets
    And i fuck your shit, suck my dick for explicit
    I let clips at your name, pay rent in your brain
    And i gets wicked, wick-wick-wicked
    And keeps a full clip in case the bullets get evicted
    And now to twirl up the fat nigga, seek psychiatric
    I devour worlds and galactus
    I gets mean troop, grabbin christine around the block
    At sixteen, spittin the green pea soup
    And cock nines, when niggaz got slime, the only men
    Puffin nick nick nick's- with -elodeon
    It's joe no diss cause the funk mist flow
    Make a mess like aunt tess when she leaped off the sixth flo'
    So straighten it out if your knock-kneed
    'fore they draw chalk around the body

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