Key: C# minor
Intro 1
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Yo,
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whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia,
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but Gladys Knight and the Pips
for those that flow
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And "Fly, Like An Eagle"
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Cause you an N.R.er (that means
So give it up sucker duck
emcee you're not ready
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number one on the planet
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I'm in control like Janet
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I'm in command, plus full of fun
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But don't play me,
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And that my son comes
Verse 2
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Total chaos, no mas confusion
Verse 3
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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,
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so don't pose or make threats
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The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Dollars
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
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And aiyyo I don't joke,
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Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known
To create total chaos, no mass confusion
Verse 4
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Total
chaos,
no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas confusion
Verse 5
or I Dream of Jeannie
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Or disappearing acts from here to Tahiti
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an d I'm knockin out
Without a doubt (Why E?) I got
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clout!
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across my bare back
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I use measures, and yes all are drastic
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For me the E Double, cause I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don't play
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Step back and you won't get smacked,
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hear what I say?
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Lay low Afro, or take a nightcap
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And if you tired (yo, then go
take a nap)
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Or close your eyes and chank
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Yo watch me go, flame dust in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound
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Check out the beat and the style
I'm usin
Verse 6
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Total chaos, no mas confusion
Verse 7
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
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The method of decapitation, is the guillotine
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
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You, your wack crew,
your whole damn set up
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Suckers still slippin,
you better get a grip and
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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)
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To the Microphone Doctor,
all rappers are obsolete
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You lack style and composure,
plus your rhymes are weak
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
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To create total chaos,
Outro 1
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