Total Kaos

[Erick Sermon] Yo whassup moneygrip it`s the E on the trip Not to Georgia but Gladys Knight and the Pips It`s a one way ticket to the highest plateau For a smooth rapper and for those that flow So blow like the wind my friend and take flight and "Fly Like An Eagle" yeah right You can`t rock a party and make hands clapper Cause you an N.R.er (that means a Non Rapper) So give it up sucker duck emcee you`re not ready to flex yet, or better yet rock steady with the E Double, number one on the planet Take it for granted, I`m _In Control_ like Janet I`m in command, plus full of fun but don`t play me, cause if you do you gettin done And that my son comes to one conclusion Total chaos.. no mass confusion [Parrish Smith] Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard Yes the micraphone doctor`s back makin housecalls to crab emcees, who claim to have the balls to flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks I`m not the one son, so don`t pose or make threats The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Dollars Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler I`m like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past an emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass and play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh And count my cashflow, because I`m on the go And aiyyo I don`t joke, and that you can bet I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I`m known to cause an illusion to create total chaos.. no mass confusion [Erick Sermon] No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie or dissapearing acts from here to Tahiti It`s a one two three count, and I`m knockin out without a doubt (Why E?) I got clout! Homeboy you should know, I`m de commando of rap Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back I use measures, and yes all are drastic For me the E Double, cause I`m fantastic So, I let you know, money I don`t play Step back and you won`t get smacked, hear what I say? Lay low Afro, or take a nightcap And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap) Or close your eyes and chank em like a Jap then lounge, as I rock across the map Yo watch me go, ? in seconds Me and PMD and the sound from our records Check out the beat and the style I`m usin It`s total chaos.. no mass confusion [Parrish Smith] Last rhyme was for E, this one`s for the Gipper Give me room.. cause I`m about to rip a emcee`s head off as I release my steam The method of decapitation, is the guillotine So check out the tempo, and let your body go Cause a brother like MD`s about to go Rambo A Micraphone Doctor, an emcee physician An all around scholar, a rapper technician So put up or shut up, cause MD is like fed up You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and change your wack style while the clock still tickin Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like ?) To the Micraphone Doctor, all rappers are obsolete You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check You`re still slippin Duke, it`s time to snap that neck Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I`m known to cause an illusion to create total chaos.. no mass confusion