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