Total Kaos chords and lyrics - EPMD

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[Intro 1]
[Am]
[C][Am]
[C]Yo,

[Verse 1]
[Am]
whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia,
[C]but Gladys [Am]Knight and the Pips
It's a one way tick[C]et,
to the [Am]highest plateau
For a smooth rapper[C], and
for those that flow
So [Am]blow like the wind
my friend and take [C]flight
And [G#]"Fly, [C]Like An Eagle"
yeah [Am]right
You can't [C#]rock a party
and make [C]hands clapper
Cause you [C#]an N[C].R.er (that means
a [Am]Non- Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck
emcee you're not ready
To flex [C]yet,
or better [Am]yet rock steady
With the E [C]Double,
number [Am]one on the [C]planet
[Am]Take it for granted,
[C]I'm in con[Am]trol like [C]Janet
[Am]I'm in com[C]mand, plus f[Am]ull of fun
But don't [G#]play [Am]me,
cause if you do you gettin [C]done
And [Am]that my son [C]comes
to [Am]one conclusion
Total chaos, no mas confu[C]sion

[Verse 2]
Total chaos, no mas [Am]confusion[C]
[Am]Total chaos, no mas confusion

[Verse 3]
[Am]Knock [C]knock [Am](aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers
just like a snow blizzard
Yes the microphone 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,
[C]so [Am]don't pose or make threats
[C]The [Am]PMD, yeah Paid and Makin [C]Dollars
[Am]Stranglin emcees with the microphone
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
[C#]And aiyy[Am]o I don'[C]t joke,
and [Am]that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rap[C]per,
play his [Am]posse and step
[C]Like I sai[Am]d in "Strictly Biz[C]" I'm known
to [Am]cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass confusion

[Verse 4]
[Am]Total[C][Am][C][Am]
chaos,
no mas confusion
Total chaos, no mas confusion

[Verse 5]
No magic [Am]tricks, Houdini,
or I Dream of Jeannie
Or disappearing [C]acts from [Am]here to Tahiti
It's a one two three [C]count,
[Am]an d I'm knockin o[C]ut
Without a doubt (Why E?) I got
[Am]clout!
Homeboy you [C]should know,
I'm de com[Am]mando of rap
Carry [C]emcees no trees,
across [Am]my bare b[C]ack
I use [Am]measures, [C]and yes all[Am] are drastic
[C]For me [Am]the E D[C]ouble, cau[Am]se I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don't play
[C]Step bac[Am]k and you won[C]'t get smacked,
[Am]hear what I [C]say?
Lay [Am]low [C]Afro, or take a [Am]nightcap
[C]And if you tir[Am]ed (yo[C], t[Am]hen go
take a nap)
Or close your [C]eyes [Am]and chank
em like a [C#]Jap
Then [Am]lounge,
[C]as I rock across the map
[Am]Yo watch me go, flame dust in [C]seconds
Me and PMD and the sound
from our [Am]records
Check out the [C]beat [Am]and the style
I'm usin
It's total [C]chaos, no mass confusion

[Verse 6]
[Am]Total chaos, no mas confusion
Total [C]chaos, [Am]no mas confusion[C]

[Verse 7]
Last [Am]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
[C]The method of [Am]decapita[C]tion, is the [Am]guillotine
[C]So check out the tempo,
and let your [Am]body go
Cause a brother like MD's about
to go Rambo
A Microphone Doctor,
an emcee physician
An all around scholar,
a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause
[C]MD is like fed up
[Am]You, your wack [C]crew,
your whole damn set up
Suck[Am]ers still slip[C]pin,
you better get a grip and
[Am]Change your wack [C]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 [Am]Microphone Doc[C]tor,
all rappers are obsolete
You lack [Am]style and compos[C]ure,
plus your rhymes are weak
I gave [Am]you all due respect,
[C]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 [Am]total [C]chaos,
no mass confu[Am]sion

[Outro 1]
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