Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip Not to Georgia, but Knight 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" right You can't a party and make hands clapper you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper) So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not To flex yet, or better yet rock the E Double, number one on the planet Take it for granted, I'm in control like I'm in command, full of fun But play me, cause if you do you gettin done And that my son to one conclusion Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas chaos, no mas confusion
Knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on rappers just like a snow Yes the microphone doctor's back housecalls To crab emcees, who to have the balls To flex with the man, with the rep for necks I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars Stranglin emcees the microphone cord and make em holler I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past An ass, then trash crash to smash his ass And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh And count my cashflow, I'm on the go And aiyyo I don't joke, and you can bet I flex a rhyme on a rapper, his posse and step Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an To create total chaos, no confusion
Total chaos, no mas Total chaos, no mas
No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie Or disappearing from here to Tahiti It's a one two three count, and I'm out Without a (Why E?) I got clout! Homeboy you 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 get smacked, hear what I say? Lay low Afro, or a nightcap And if you tired (yo, then go a nap) Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap Then lounge, as I rock the map Yo watch me go, dust in seconds Me and PMD and the sound our records Check out the beat and the style I'm It's chaos, no mass confusion
Total chaos, no mas Total chaos, no mas
Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the me room, 'cause I'm about to rip a Emcee's head off as I release my The of decapitation, is the guillotine So out the tempo, and let your body go a brother like MD's about to go Rambo A Doctor, an emcee physician An all around scholar, a rapper So put up or up, cause MD is like fed up You, your wack crew, your whole set up Suckers still slippin, you better get a and Change your wack style while the clock still Cause pursuin and a brother, is second nature Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like) To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are You style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, I said mic check You're slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion To create total chaos, no confusion