Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the 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 take And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right You can't rock a party and hands clapper Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper) So give it up duck emcee you're not ready To flex yet, or better yet steady With the E Double, one on the planet Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet I'm in command, plus of fun But don't play me, cause if you do you done And that my son to one conclusion Total chaos, no mas
Total chaos, no mas Total chaos, no mas
knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on just like a snow blizzard Yes the doctor's back makin housecalls To crab emcees, who claim to the balls To flex with the man, with the rep for necks I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Stranglin emcees with the microphone cord and em holler I'm like, Quick McGraw when I blast past An emcees ass, then trash to smash his ass And his ego, while I sip a forty-oh And count my cashflow, 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 in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion To create total chaos, no confusion
chaos, no mas confusion Total chaos, no mas
No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Or disappearing acts from here to 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 no trees, across my bare back I use measures, and yes all are For me the E Double, cause I'm So, I let you know, money I don't Step back and you get smacked, hear what I say? Lay low Afro, or take a And if you tired (yo, go take a nap) Or close your eyes and em like a Jap Then lounge, as I rock the map Yo me go, flame 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 Total chaos, no mas
Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Give me room, 'cause I'm to rip a head off as I release my steam 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 Doctor, an emcee physician An all scholar, a rapper technician So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up You, your wack crew, whole damn set up still slippin, you better get a grip and Change your wack style while the clock still Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, like) To the Microphone Doctor, all rappers are You lack and composure, plus your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, when I said mic You're still slippin Duke, it's time to that neck Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm to cause an illusion To total chaos, no mass confusion