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Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - Total Kaos

[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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