Total Kaos Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Epmd

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 mas confusion 

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Total chaos, no mas confusion 

Total chaos, no mas confusion 

Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?) 

The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard 

Yes the microphone 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 microphone 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 

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Total chaos, no mas confusion 

Total chaos, no mas confusion 

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 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, 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 

Total chaos, no mas confusion 

Total chaos, no mas confusion 

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 Microphone 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 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