Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the It's a one way ticket, to the highest For a rapper, and for those that flow So blow the wind my friend and take flight And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right You can't rock a party and make clapper you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper) So it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready To flex yet, or better yet rock With the E Double, one on the planet Take it for granted, I'm in control Janet I'm in command, plus of fun But don't play me, if you do you gettin done And that my son to one conclusion chaos, no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas Total chaos, no mas
knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on rappers just a snow blizzard Yes the microphone back makin housecalls To crab emcees, who claim to have the To with the man, with the rep for snappin necks I'm not the one son, so pose or make threats The PMD, Paid and Makin Dollars Stranglin emcees with the microphone and make em holler I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass And his ego, while 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 known to an illusion To create total chaos, no confusion
chaos, no mas confusion Total chaos, no mas
No magic tricks, Houdini, or I of Jeannie Or disappearing acts from here to a one two three count, and I'm knockin 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 won't get smacked, hear I say? Lay low Afro, or a nightcap And if you (yo, then go take a nap) Or close your eyes and em like a Jap Then lounge, as I rock the map Yo watch me go, dust in seconds Me and PMD and the from our records Check out the beat and the I'm usin It's chaos, no mass confusion
Total chaos, no mas chaos, no mas confusion
Last rhyme was for E, this for the Gipper Give me room, I'm about to rip a Emcee's head off as I my steam The of decapitation, is the guillotine So check out the tempo, and let body go Cause a like MD's about to go Rambo A Microphone Doctor, an emcee An all around scholar, a rapper So put up or shut up, cause MD is fed up You, wack crew, your whole damn set up Suckers still slippin, you get a grip and Change your style while the clock still tickin Cause and doin a brother, is second nature Can you it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like) To the Doctor, all rappers are obsolete You lack and composure, plus your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, I said mic check You're still Duke, it's time to snap that neck I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion To create chaos, no mass confusion