Rap Is Still Outta Control

Rap is outta control

Hey, hey rap, rap, wait what, wait

Rap is outta control

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Erick and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it

This is one of my favorites

Aight? So check it, check it

Yeah, outta control

F'real, rap is outta control, like that

PMD, still makin' dollars

Rap's outta control, yo, yo

I be pulsatin' dominatin', up above

Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love

E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low

I stay in the cut with O.J.

And the fact is, some things got to change

With eight or more rappers that sound the same

With the same game, like they all in the same gang

And claim the same fame

Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream

I have to die, I'm livin' a lie

Fake MC's no heart, get torn apart

Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get smart

I be the last one you wanna play with

Rap committees call me, just to okay shit

Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems

On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims

Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a

Couple of friends and a couple of hens

Never boring, keep shit rocking 'til morning

With the bird, until the hawks start hawking

Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin'

Hop in the Benz 2000, Benz with the CD skippin'

EPMD, who's fuckin' with it?

Outta control like 2Pac in Juice, character Bishop

Who's inferior? My Squad be Def

And we ain't hearin' ya, lounge in the black interior

Because rap is outta control

Hey, hey rap is outta control

Rap is outta control

Rap is outta control

Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street

Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet

When it came to EPMD no one said a word

So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd"

Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down like herbs

Redlinin', bendin' my chrome rims up on curbs

So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?

Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?

I don't think so, then come next the car repo

No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot

So don't front for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez

EPMD, blazin' shit, Def 2G's

'Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez

And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to third degrees

You heard of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me

I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

Rap is outta control

Hey, hey rap, rap wait, what wait

Hey, rap is outta control

Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta control

And yes yes y'all, ay, yes y'all, kick it E

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

Your rhymes stall when you bust caps

Make sure they kryptonite caps

I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats

I'm like, Superman fly high way 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 we take our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max

On the crab MC, who's all on the bozack

Who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that

Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?

And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat

Wack MC's yo, where's your clothes at?