You heard of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me
F'real, rap is outta control, like that
When it came to EPMD no one said a word
Rap is outta control
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome rims up on curbs
Couple of friends and a couple of hens
Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?
Your rhymes stall when you bust caps
And we ain't hearin' ya, lounge in the black interior
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
Rap is outta control
Who's inferior? My Squad be Def
I be the last one you wanna play with
I hate, let's exterminate
I cremate
I have to die, I'm livin' a lie
Rap is outta control
Make sure they kryptonite caps
So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd"
Hop in the Benz 2000, Benz with the CD skippin'
Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down like herbs
Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, what wait
E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low
I be pulsatin' dominatin', up above
EPMD, who's fuckin' with it?
Outta control like 2Pac in Juice, character Bishop
On the crab MC, who's all on the bozack
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to third degrees
And claim the same fame
Never boring, keep shit rocking 'til morning
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?
Erick and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it
Hey, rap is outta control
Fake MC's no heart, get torn apart
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see
Aight? So check it, check it
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love
And if you try to shoot me down clown I won't die
I stay in the cut with O.J.
'Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez
EPMD, blazin' shit, Def 2G's
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap is outta control
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
I don't think so, then come next the car repo
Rap's outta control, yo, yo
So don't front for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez
And yes yes y'all, ay, yes y'all, kick it E
I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall
This is one of my favorites
Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream
Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta control
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats
And the fact is, some things got to change
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
Wait for a second E, time to debate
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin'
With eight or more rappers that sound the same
Because rap is outta control
Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
I'm like, Superman fly high way up in the sky
With the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get smart
PMD, still makin' dollars
Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems
With the same game, like they all in the same gang
Who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that
And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat
Yeah, outta control
Hey, hey rap is outta control
