|
EPMD - Rap Is Outta Control lyrics
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 |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Funeral of God by Zao |
 Vision Valley by The Vines |
 Getaway by Reef |
 The Massacre by 50 Cent |
 Years Later by Soulja Slim |
