[Erick Sermon]
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Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
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Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the Pips
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It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
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For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow
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So blow like the wind my friend and take flight
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and "Fly, Like An Eagle" -- yeah right
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You can't rock a party and make hands clapper
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Cause you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
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So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready
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to flex yet, or better yet rock steady
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with the E Double, number one on the planet
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Take it for granted, I'm _In Control_ like Janet
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I'm in command, plus full of fun
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but don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done
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And that my son comes to one conclusion
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Total chaos.. no mass confusion
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[Parrish Smith]
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Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
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The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard
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Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls
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to crab emcees, who claim to have the balls
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to flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
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I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats
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The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Dollars
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Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler
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I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past
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an emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
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and play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
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And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go
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And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet
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I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
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Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion
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to create total chaos.. no mass confusion
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[Erick Sermon]
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No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
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or dissapearing acts from here to Tahiti
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It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out
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without a doubt (Why E?) I got clout!
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Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap
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Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back
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I use measures, and yes all are drastic
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For me the E Double, cause I'm fantastic
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So, I let you know, money I don't play
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Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
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Lay low Afro, or take a nightcap
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And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)
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Or close your eyes and chank em like a Jap
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then lounge, as I rock across the map
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Yo watch me go, ? in seconds
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Me and PMD and the sound from our records
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Check out the beat and the style I'm usin
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It's total chaos.. no mass confusion
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[Parrish Smith]
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Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper
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Give me room.. cause I'm about to rip a
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emcee's head off as I release my steam
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The method of decapitation, is the guillotine
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So check out the tempo, and let your body go
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Cause a brother like MD's about to go Rambo
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A Micraphone Doctor, an emcee physician
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An all around scholar, a rapper technician
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So put up or shut up, cause MD is like fed up
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You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up
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Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and
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change your wack style while the clock still tickin
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Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
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Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like ?)
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To the Micraphone Doctor, all rappers are obsolete
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You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
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I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check
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You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
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Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion
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to create total chaos.. no mass confusion
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Total Kaos
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