EPMD Total Kaos Lyrics

[erick sermon]
Yo, whassup moneygrip, it�s the e on the trip
Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips
It�s a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take flight
And "fly, like an eagle" -- yeah right
You can�t rock a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you�re not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock steady
With the e double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I�m _in control_ like janet
I�m in command, plus full of fun
But don�t play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one conclusion
Total chaos.. no mass confusion

[parrish smith]
Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it? )
The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the micraphone doctor�s back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to have the b____
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I�m not the one son, so don�t pose or make threats
The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars
Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler
I�m like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past
An emcees a__, then trash crash to smash his a__
And play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, because I�m on the go
And aiyyo I don�t joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in _strictly biz_ I�m known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion

[erick sermon]
No magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie
Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti
It�s a one two three count, and I�m knockin out
Without a doubt (why e? ) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I�m de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are drastic
For me the e double, cause I�m fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don�t play
Step back and you won�t get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low afro, or take a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em like a j__
Then lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, ? in seconds
Me and pmd and the sound from our records
Check out the beat and the style I�m usin
It�s total chaos.. no mass confusion

[parrish smith]
Last rhyme was for e, this one�s for the gipper
Give me room.. cause I�m about to rip a
Emcee�s head off as I release my steam
The method of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like md�s about to go rambo
A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole d___ set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like ? )
To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check
You�re still slippin duke, it�s time to snap that neck
Like I said in _strictly biz_ I�m known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion