Lyric 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
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
