Rap Is Outta Control Lyrics - Business As Usual - Epmd

[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, striking 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 

Hey yo, what a 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 

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[PMD] 

Straight from the underground, where 

universal beat down is a mush 

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

Was he a pop rap singer, R&B swinger 

Fagot 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 

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Rap is outta control [Repeat: x2] 

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 

[Erick Sermon] 

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 

[PMD] 

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