[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