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[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 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 emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past
an emcees 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 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 Jap
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 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 ?)
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
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It's My Thing lyrics
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Strictly Business lyrics
You're a Customer lyrics
You Gots to Chill lyrics
You Had Too Much to Drink lyrics
Get the Bozack lyrics
It's Time 2 Party lyrics
It Wasn't Me, It Was the Fame lyrics
Jane II lyrics
Knick Knack Patty Wack lyrics
Please Listen to My Demo lyrics
So What Cha Sayin lyrics
Strictly Snappin' Necks lyrics
The Big Payback lyrics
Who's Booty lyrics
Brothers on My Jock lyrics
For My People lyrics
Hit Squad Heist lyrics
Manslaughter lyrics
Mr. Bozack lyrics
Rampage lyrics
Underground lyrics
Funky Piano lyrics
Give the People lyrics
Gold Digger lyrics
Hardcore lyrics
I'm Mad lyrics
Jane 3 lyrics
Boon Dox lyrics
Can't Hear Nothing But the Music lyrics
Chill lyrics
Cummin' at Cha lyrics
It's Going Down lyrics
Nobody's Safe Chump lyrics
Who Killed Jane lyrics
Crossover lyrics
Head Banger lyrics
Play the Next Man lyrics
Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2 - Mic Doc) lyrics
Do it Again lyrics
Get Wit This lyrics
Intro - Back In Business lyrics
K.I.M. lyrics
Never Seen Before lyrics
Skit lyrics
You Gots to Chill '97 lyrics
Apollo Interlude lyrics
Dungeon Master lyrics
Intrigued lyrics
Jane 5 lyrics
Last Man Standing lyrics
Put On lyrics
Richter Scale lyrics
The Joint lyrics
Check 1, 2 lyrics
Right Now lyrics
The Fan lyrics
The Funk lyrics
Draw lyrics
Hold Me Down lyrics
House Party lyrics
Intro - Out of Business lyrics
Jane 6 lyrics
Pioneers lyrics
Rap is Still Outta Control lyrics
Symphony lyrics
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