[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