Rap is outta control, rap is definitely outta control
Strong, got more strength than King Kong
But I prefer a grand royal for TheJam
I'm able to rock the mic nice and stable
I'm worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung
Wit a Beck's in my right hand, left hand on Bozack
I hate, let's exterminate
I'm putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out
Rap is outta control
I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall, ha ha, your rhymes stall
Rap is outta control, rap is outta control
Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush
I won't die, I cremate
To crack a wack MC's head, open like a pea can
I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick
Rap is outta control, it's definitely, fuckin' outta control
Rap is outta control, rap is outta control
All the way to four o'clock, there no soaps
I'm like, Superman, fly high way up in the sky
What, ass like a jock, height 6'3" and stocky
Damn, my name should become Sam
Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dude
And if you try to shoot me down, clown
I'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem the Dream
Wait for a second, E, time to debate
As I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hat
I moved on ya posse, first reaction was
G, man, do I have the power like He-Man
Aiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control
Showtime or HBO with the flow
The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip
So dial 1-900-55-eat-shit
Yo, I stuck crab MC, E, too late, he got crushed
I'm on now, live at twelve, it's so dope
I won't break, I make more nerds than a earthquake
In other words, it's absurd to try to get with
Gettin' more play than Rambo
Hey son, I suggest that you head out
When I bust caps, until they Kryptonite caps
Faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger
Rap is outta control, rap is outta control
It's a chance that you might see me on cable vision
I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the Slam Track
It's outta control, rap is outta control
Rap name not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky
"Oh shit, let's do that brother, hell no, why, he's too quick"
Was he a pop rap singer, R&B swinger
Yes, y'all, yes, y'all, kick it E
Rap is outta control, yes, yes, y'all, yes, y'all
I reign of steel, I swap bullets like that
I total, cremate, strikin' mic flakes
And yes sometimes it may seem that