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