Yo, moneygrip, it's the E on the trip Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the a one way ticket, to the highest plateau For a smooth rapper, and for that flow So blow like the wind my friend and take And "Fly, An Eagle" yeah right You can't rock a and make hands clapper Cause you an N.R.er (that a Non-Rapper) So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not To flex yet, or yet rock steady With the E Double, number one on the Take it for granted, I'm in like Janet I'm in command, plus of fun But don't play me, if you do you gettin done And my son comes to one conclusion Total chaos, no mas
chaos, no mas confusion Total chaos, no mas
knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on rappers just like a blizzard Yes the microphone doctor's back makin To crab emcees, who claim to have the To flex with the man, the rep for snappin necks I'm not the one son, so don't pose or threats The PMD, yeah Paid and Dollars emcees with the microphone cord and make em holler I'm like, Draw McGraw when I blast past An emcees ass, then trash crash to 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 flex a 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 mass
Total chaos, no mas Total chaos, no mas
No tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie Or disappearing from here to Tahiti It's a one two count, and I'm knockin out Without a (Why E?) I got clout! Homeboy you should know, I'm de of rap emcees 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 won't get smacked, hear what I Lay low Afro, or a nightcap And if you (yo, then go take a nap) Or close your eyes and chank em a Jap Then lounge, as I across the map Yo watch me go, flame dust in Me and PMD and the from our records out the beat and the style I'm usin It's total chaos, no mass
Total chaos, no mas Total chaos, no mas
Last rhyme was for E, one's for the Gipper me room, 'cause 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 your go Cause a brother like MD's about to go A Doctor, an emcee physician An all scholar, a rapper technician So put up or shut up, MD is like fed up You, your crew, your whole damn set up Suckers still slippin, you better get a and Change your wack style while the clock still pursuin 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, your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, when I mic check still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to an illusion To create total chaos, no mass