Total Kaos

Lyrics

[Intro: Parrish Smith] Total chaos, no mass confusion Total chaos, no mass confusion Total chaos, no mass confusion No mass confusion [Verse 1: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] Yo, what's up, money grip? 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 clap-a 'Cause you an N.R.er, that means a non-rapper So give it up, sucker duck MC, 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 [Chorus: Parrish Smith] Total chaos, no mass confusion Total chaos, no mass confusion [Verse 2: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] Knock, knock, ayo, who is it? The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard Yes, the microphone doctor's back makin' house calls To crab MCs who claim to have the balls 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' MCs with the microphone cord and make 'em holler I'm like Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past An MC's ass, then trash crash to smash his ass And play his ego while I sip a forty-oh And count my cashflow because I'm on the go And, ayo, 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 [Chorus: Parrish Smith] Total chaos, no mass confusion Total chaos, no mass confusion [Verse 3: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie Or disappearing 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 MCs, 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 Jap Then lounge as I rock across the map Yo watch me go, flame dust 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 [Chorus: Parrish Smith] Total chaos, no mass confusion Total chaos, no mass confusion [Verse 4: Parrish Smith] Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper Give me room 'cause I'm about to rip a MC'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 Microphone Doctor, an MC 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 damn 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 fader To the Microphone 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 [Chorus: Parrish Smith] Total chaos, no mass confusion Total chaos, no mass confusion Mass confusion Mass confusion Mass confusion Mass confusion Mass confusion