Epmd - Total Kaos Lyrics
[erick sermon]Yo, whassup moneygrip, its the e on the tripNot to georgia, but gladys knight and the pipsIts a one way ticket, to the highest plateauFor a smooth rapper, and for those that flowSo blow like the wind my friend and take flightAnd fly, like an eagle -- yeah rightYou cant rock a party and make hands clapperCause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)So give it up sucker duck emcee youre not readyTo flex yet, or better yet rock steadyWith the e double, number one on the planetTake it for granted, Im _in control_ like janetIm in command, plus full of funBut dont play me, cause if you do you gettin doneAnd that my son comes to one conclusionTotal chaos.. no mass confusion[parrish smith]Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it? )The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzardYes the micraphone doctors back makin housecallsTo crab emcees, who claim to have the ballsTo flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necksIm not the one son, so dont pose or make threatsThe pmd, yeah paid and makin dollarsStranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em hollerIm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast pastAn emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his assAnd play his ego, while I sip a forty-ohAnd count my cashflow, because Im on the goAnd aiyyo I dont joke, and that you can betI flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and stepLike I said in _strictly biz_ Im known to cause an illusionTo create total chaos.. no mass confusion[erick sermon]No magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannieOr dissapearing acts from here to tahitiIts a one two three count, and Im knockin outWithout a doubt (why e? ) I got clout!Homeboy you should know, Im de commando of rapCarry emcees no trees, across my bare backI use measures, and yes all are drasticFor me the e double, cause Im fantasticSo, I let you know, money I dont playStep back and you wont get smacked, hear what I say?Lay low afro, or take a nightcapAnd if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)Or close your eyes and chank em like a japThen lounge, as I rock across the mapYo watch me go, ? in secondsMe and pmd and the sound from our recordsCheck out the beat and the style Im usinIts total chaos.. no mass confusion[parrish smith]Last rhyme was for e, this ones for the gipperGive me room.. cause Im about to rip aEmcees head off as I release my steamThe method of decapitation, is the guillotineSo check out the tempo, and let your body goCause a brother like mds about to go ramboA micraphone doctor, an emcee physicianAn all around scholar, a rapper technicianSo put up or shut up, cause md is like fed upYou, your wack crew, your whole damn set upSuckers still slippin, you better get a grip andChange your wack style while the clock still tickinCause pursuin and doin a brother, is second natureCan you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like ? )To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsoleteYou lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weakI gave you all due respect, when I said mic checkYoure still slippin duke, its time to snap that neckLike I said in _strictly biz_ Im known to cause an illusionTo create total chaos.. no mass confusion
