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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