Epmd - Rap Is Outta Control Lyrics
Tom j is in the house (repeat 2x)Rap is outta control (repeat 6x)Verse one: erick sermonG, man, do I have the power like he-manTo crack a wack mcs head, open like a pea canDamn, my name should become samBut I prefer, a grand royal for the jamIm putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead outHey son, I suggest that you head outI total, cremate, strikin mic flakesI wont break, I make more nerds than a earthquakeStrong, got more strength than king kongIm worldwide, Im interviewed like kaity chungIm on now, live at 12, its so dopeAll the way to 4 oclock, there no soapsIm able to rock the mic nice and stableIts a chance that you might see me on cableVision, showtime or hbo with the flowGetting more play than ramboAiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta controlRap is outta control, its definitely, *****in outta controlRap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta controlIts outta control, rap is outta controlVerse two: pmdStraight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mushYo, I stuck crab mc, e (too late, he got crushed)Was he a pop rap singer, r&b swingerFaggot who jumped the gate and now you get the fingerIn other words, its absurd to try to get witThe brother from brentwood, long island, nicknamed swift lipIm too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam trackWit a becks in my right hand, left hand on bozackI moved on ya posse, first reaction was oh shitLets do that brother, hell no (why) hes too quickSo dial 1-900-55-eat-shitI pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick(what) ass like a jock (height) 63 and stocky(rap name) not balboa, so mother***** rockyIm the mainstream supreme, slamming like aikeemThe dream, and yes sometimes it may seem thatRap is outta control (repeat 2x)Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dudeRap is outta control, yes, yes yall, yes yallYes yall, yes yall, kick it eVerse three: erick sermon, pmdI stand tall, I wont fall, I recallHa ha, your rhymes stallWhen I bust caps, until they kryptonite capsI reign of steel, I swap bullets like thatIm like, superman, fly high up in the skyAnd if you try to shoot me down, clown, I wont dieI cremateI hate, lets exterminateWait for a second, e, time to debateAs I take my fisherman hat off, theres no hatFor an mc on a trail of a mad comeback
