Payback Ii Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Payback Ii

[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