[{"id":2301275,"name":"Total Kaos","trackName":"Total Kaos","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Unfinished Business","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nYo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip\nNot to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips\nIt's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau\nFor a smooth rapper, and for those that flow\nSo blow like the wind my friend and take flight\nAnd fly, like an eagle -- yeah right\nYou can't rock a party and make hands clapper\nCause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)\nSo give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready\nTo flex yet, or better yet rock steady\nWith the e double, number one on the planet\nTake it for granted, I'm _in control_ like janet\nI'm in command, plus full of fun\nBut don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done\nAnd that my son comes to one conclusion\nTotal chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Parrish smith]\nKnock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)\nThe one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard\nYes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls\nTo crab emcees, who claim to have the balls\nTo flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks\nI'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats\nThe pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars\nStranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler\nI'm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past\nAn emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass\nAnd play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh\nAnd count my cashflow, because I'm on the go\nAnd aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet\nI flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step\nLike I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\nTo create total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Erick sermon]\nNo magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie\nOr dissapearing acts from here to tahiti\nIt's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out\nWithout a doubt (why e?) I got clout!\nHomeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap\nCarry emcees no trees, across my bare back\nI use measures, and yes all are drastic\nFor me the e double, cause I'm fantastic\nSo, I let you know, money I don't play\nStep back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?\nLay low afro, or take a nightcap\nAnd if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)\nOr close your eyes and chank em like a jap\nThen lounge, as I rock across the map\nYo watch me go,? in seconds\nMe and pmd and the sound from our records\nCheck out the beat and the style I'm usin\nIt's total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Parrish smith]\nLast rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper\nGive me room. cause I'm about to rip a\nEmcee's head off as I release my steam\nThe method of decapitation, is the guillotine\nSo check out the tempo, and let your body go\nCause a brother like md's about to go rambo\nA micraphone doctor, an emcee physician\nAn all around scholar, a rapper technician\nSo put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up\nYou, your wack crew, your whole damn set up\nSuckers still slippin, you better get a grip and\nChange your wack style while the clock still tickin\nCause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature\nCan you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like?)\nTo the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete\nYou lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak\nI gave you all due respect, when I said mic check\nYou're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck\nLike I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\nTo create total chaos. no mass confusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Total Kaos\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Unfinished Business\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip\n  Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips\n  It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau\n  For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow\n  So blow like the wind my friend and take flight\n  And fly, like an eagle -- yeah right\n  You can't rock a party and make hands clapper\n  Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)\n  So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready\n  To flex yet, or better yet rock steady\n  With the e double, number one on the planet\n  Take it for granted, I'm _in control_ like janet\n  I'm in command, plus full of fun\n  But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done\n  And that my son comes to one conclusion\n  Total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)\n  The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard\n  Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls\n  To crab emcees, who claim to have the balls\n  To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks\n  I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats\n  The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars\n  Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler\n  I'm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past\n  An emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass\n  And play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh\n  And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go\n  And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet\n  I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step\n  Like I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\n  To create total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  No magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie\n  Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti\n  It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out\n  Without a doubt (why e?) I got clout!\n  Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap\n  Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back\n  I use measures, and yes all are drastic\n  For me the e double, cause I'm fantastic\n  So, I let you know, money I don't play\n  Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?\n  Lay low afro, or take a nightcap\n  And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)\n  Or close your eyes and chank em like a jap\n  Then lounge, as I rock across the map\n  Yo watch me go,? in seconds\n  Me and pmd and the sound from our records\n  Check out the beat and the style I'm usin\n  It's total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper\n  Give me room. cause I'm about to rip a\n  Emcee's head off as I release my steam\n  The method of decapitation, is the guillotine\n  So check out the tempo, and let your body go\n  Cause a brother like md's about to go rambo\n  A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician\n  An all around scholar, a rapper technician\n  So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up\n  You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up\n  Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and\n  Change your wack style while the clock still tickin\n  Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature\n  Can you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like?)\n  To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete\n  You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak\n  I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check\n  You're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck\n  Like I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\n  To create total chaos. no mass confusion\n"},{"id":2301274,"name":"Total Kaos","trackName":"Total Kaos","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Unfinished Business (Explicit)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nYo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip\nNot to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips\nIt's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau\nFor a smooth rapper, and for those that flow\nSo blow like the wind my friend and take flight\nAnd fly, like an eagle -- yeah right\nYou can't rock a party and make hands clapper\nCause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)\nSo give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready\nTo flex yet, or better yet rock steady\nWith the e double, number one on the planet\nTake it for granted, I'm _in control_ like janet\nI'm in command, plus full of fun\nBut don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done\nAnd that my son comes to one conclusion\nTotal chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Parrish smith]\nKnock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)\nThe one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard\nYes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls\nTo crab emcees, who claim to have the balls\nTo flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks\nI'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats\nThe pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars\nStranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler\nI'm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past\nAn emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass\nAnd play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh\nAnd count my cashflow, because I'm on the go\nAnd aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet\nI flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step\nLike I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\nTo create total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Erick sermon]\nNo magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie\nOr dissapearing acts from here to tahiti\nIt's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out\nWithout a doubt (why e?) I got clout!\nHomeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap\nCarry emcees no trees, across my bare back\nI use measures, and yes all are drastic\nFor me the e double, cause I'm fantastic\nSo, I let you know, money I don't play\nStep back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?\nLay low afro, or take a nightcap\nAnd if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)\nOr close your eyes and chank em like a jap\nThen lounge, as I rock across the map\nYo watch me go,? in seconds\nMe and pmd and the sound from our records\nCheck out the beat and the style I'm usin\nIt's total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Parrish smith]\nLast rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper\nGive me room. cause I'm about to rip a\nEmcee's head off as I release my steam\nThe method of decapitation, is the guillotine\nSo check out the tempo, and let your body go\nCause a brother like md's about to go rambo\nA micraphone doctor, an emcee physician\nAn all around scholar, a rapper technician\nSo put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up\nYou, your wack crew, your whole damn set up\nSuckers still slippin, you better get a grip and\nChange your wack style while the clock still tickin\nCause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature\nCan you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like?)\nTo the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete\nYou lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak\nI gave you all due respect, when I said mic check\nYou're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck\nLike I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\nTo create total chaos. no mass confusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Total Kaos\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Unfinished Business (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip\n  Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips\n  It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau\n  For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow\n  So blow like the wind my friend and take flight\n  And fly, like an eagle -- yeah right\n  You can't rock a party and make hands clapper\n  Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)\n  So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready\n  To flex yet, or better yet rock steady\n  With the e double, number one on the planet\n  Take it for granted, I'm _in control_ like janet\n  I'm in command, plus full of fun\n  But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done\n  And that my son comes to one conclusion\n  Total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)\n  The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard\n  Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls\n  To crab emcees, who claim to have the balls\n  To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks\n  I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats\n  The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars\n  Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler\n  I'm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past\n  An emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass\n  And play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh\n  And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go\n  And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet\n  I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step\n  Like I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\n  To create total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  No magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie\n  Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti\n  It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out\n  Without a doubt (why e?) I got clout!\n  Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap\n  Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back\n  I use measures, and yes all are drastic\n  For me the e double, cause I'm fantastic\n  So, I let you know, money I don't play\n  Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?\n  Lay low afro, or take a nightcap\n  And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)\n  Or close your eyes and chank em like a jap\n  Then lounge, as I rock across the map\n  Yo watch me go,? in seconds\n  Me and pmd and the sound from our records\n  Check out the beat and the style I'm usin\n  It's total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper\n  Give me room. cause I'm about to rip a\n  Emcee's head off as I release my steam\n  The method of decapitation, is the guillotine\n  So check out the tempo, and let your body go\n  Cause a brother like md's about to go rambo\n  A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician\n  An all around scholar, a rapper technician\n  So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up\n  You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up\n  Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and\n  Change your wack style while the clock still tickin\n  Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature\n  Can you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like?)\n  To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete\n  You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak\n  I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check\n  You're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck\n  Like I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\n  To create total chaos. no mass confusion\n"},{"id":31217551,"name":"Total Kaos","trackName":"Total Kaos","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Unfinished Business","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nYo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip\nNot to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips\nIt's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau\nFor a smooth rapper, and for those that flow\nSo blow like the wind my friend and take flight\nAnd fly, like an eagle -- yeah right\nYou can't rock a party and make hands clapper\nCause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)\nSo give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready\nTo flex yet, or better yet rock steady\nWith the e double, number one on the planet\nTake it for granted, I'm _in control_ like janet\nI'm in command, plus full of fun\nBut don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done\nAnd that my son comes to one conclusion\nTotal chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Parrish smith]\nKnock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)\nThe one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard\nYes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls\nTo crab emcees, who claim to have the balls\nTo flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks\nI'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats\nThe pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars\nStranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler\nI'm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past\nAn emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass\nAnd play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh\nAnd count my cashflow, because I'm on the go\nAnd aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet\nI flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step\nLike I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\nTo create total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Erick sermon]\nNo magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie\nOr dissapearing acts from here to tahiti\nIt's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out\nWithout a doubt (why e?) I got clout!\nHomeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap\nCarry emcees no trees, across my bare back\nI use measures, and yes all are drastic\nFor me the e double, cause I'm fantastic\nSo, I let you know, money I don't play\nStep back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?\nLay low afro, or take a nightcap\nAnd if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)\nOr close your eyes and chank em like a jap\nThen lounge, as I rock across the map\nYo watch me go,? in seconds\nMe and pmd and the sound from our records\nCheck out the beat and the style I'm usin\nIt's total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n[Parrish smith]\nLast rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper\nGive me room. cause I'm about to rip a\nEmcee's head off as I release my steam\nThe method of decapitation, is the guillotine\nSo check out the tempo, and let your body go\nCause a brother like md's about to go rambo\nA micraphone doctor, an emcee physician\nAn all around scholar, a rapper technician\nSo put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up\nYou, your wack crew, your whole damn set up\nSuckers still slippin, you better get a grip and\nChange your wack style while the clock still tickin\nCause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature\nCan you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like?)\nTo the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete\nYou lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak\nI gave you all due respect, when I said mic check\nYou're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck\nLike I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\nTo create total chaos. no mass confusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Total Kaos\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Unfinished Business\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip\n  Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips\n  It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau\n  For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow\n  So blow like the wind my friend and take flight\n  And fly, like an eagle -- yeah right\n  You can't rock a party and make hands clapper\n  Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)\n  So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready\n  To flex yet, or better yet rock steady\n  With the e double, number one on the planet\n  Take it for granted, I'm _in control_ like janet\n  I'm in command, plus full of fun\n  But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done\n  And that my son comes to one conclusion\n  Total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)\n  The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard\n  Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls\n  To crab emcees, who claim to have the balls\n  To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks\n  I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats\n  The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars\n  Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler\n  I'm like, quick draw mcgraw when I blast past\n  An emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass\n  And play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh\n  And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go\n  And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet\n  I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step\n  Like I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\n  To create total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  No magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie\n  Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti\n  It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out\n  Without a doubt (why e?) I got clout!\n  Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap\n  Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back\n  I use measures, and yes all are drastic\n  For me the e double, cause I'm fantastic\n  So, I let you know, money I don't play\n  Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?\n  Lay low afro, or take a nightcap\n  And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)\n  Or close your eyes and chank em like a jap\n  Then lounge, as I rock across the map\n  Yo watch me go,? in seconds\n  Me and pmd and the sound from our records\n  Check out the beat and the style I'm usin\n  It's total chaos. no mass confusion\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper\n  Give me room. cause I'm about to rip a\n  Emcee's head off as I release my steam\n  The method of decapitation, is the guillotine\n  So check out the tempo, and let your body go\n  Cause a brother like md's about to go rambo\n  A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician\n  An all around scholar, a rapper technician\n  So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up\n  You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up\n  Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and\n  Change your wack style while the clock still tickin\n  Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature\n  Can you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like?)\n  To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete\n  You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak\n  I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check\n  You're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck\n  Like I said in _strictly biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion\n  To create total chaos. no mass confusion\n"}]