Total Kaos - Intellectual

[Intro: Parrish Smith]

Total chaos, no mass confusion

No mass confusion

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]

Yo, what's up, money grip? 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 clap-a

'Cause you an N.R.er, that means a non-rapper

So give it up, sucker duck MC, 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

[Chorus: Parrish Smith]

Total chaos, no mass confusion

[Verse 2: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon]

Knock, knock, ayo, who is it?

The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard

Yes, the microphone doctor's back makin' house calls

To crab MCs 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' MCs with the microphone cord and make 'em holler

I'm like Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past

An MC's 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, ayo, 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

[Chorus: Parrish Smith]

Total chaos, no mass confusion

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]

No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie

Or disappearing 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 MCs, 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, flame dust 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

[Chorus: Parrish Smith]

Total chaos, no mass confusion

[Verse 4: Parrish Smith]

Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper

Give me room 'cause I'm about to rip a

MC'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 Microphone Doctor, an MC 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 fader

To the Microphone 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

[Chorus: Parrish Smith]

Total chaos, no mass confusion

Mass confusion