Rap Is Outta Control

EPMD

Tom J is in the house (repeat 2X)



Rap is outta control (repeat 6X)



Verse One: Erick Sermon



G man do I have the power like He Man



To crack a wack MC's head open like a pea can



Damn my name should become Sam



But I prefer a grand royal for the jam



I'm putting heads out the guns I use to pump lead out



Hey son I suggest that you head out



I total cremate strikin mic flakes



I won't break I make more nerds than a earthquake



Strong, got more strength than King Kong



I'm worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung



I'm on now, live at 12, it's so dope



All the way to 4 o'clock, there no soaps



I'm able to rock the mic nice and stable



It's a chance that you might see me on cable



Vision, Showtime or HBO with the flow



Getting more play than Rambo



Aiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control



Rap is outta control, it's definitely, fuckin outta control



Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta control



It's outta control, rap is outta control



Verse Two: PMD



Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush



Yo, I stuck crab MC, E (too late, he got crushed)



Was he a pop rap singer, R&B swinger



Faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger



In other words, it's absurd to try to get wit



The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip



I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam track



Wit a Beck's in my right hand, left hand on bozack



I moved on ya posse, first reaction was "Oh shit



Let's do that brother, hell no (why) he's too quick"



So dial 1-900-55-eat-shit



I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick



(What) ass like a jock (height) 6'3" and stocky



(Rap name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky



I'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem



The Dream, and yes sometimes it may seem that



Rap is outta control (repeat 2X)



Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dude



Rap is outta control, yes, yes y'all, yes y'all



Yes y'all, yes y'all, kick it E



Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD



I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall



Ha ha, your rhymes stall



When I bust caps, until they Kryptonite caps



I reign of steel, I swap bullets like that



I'm like, Superman, fly high up in the sky



And if you try to shoot me down, clown, I won't die



I cremate



I hate, let's exterminate



Wait for a second, E, time to debate



As I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hat



For an MC on a trail of a mad comeback