歌手:EPMD
专辑:《Out Of Business》

作词 : Sermon, Smith
Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, wait

Aiy, rap is outta control
Hold on!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yi-yeah yeah yeah yi-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 (For sure dude!)
PMD, still
Makin Dollars
Uh-huh, rap's outta control (For sure dude!)
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. 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 ****

Focus on me,
I grab the mic and drop gems on a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims

Step in in tan
Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a couple of friends and a couple of hens

Never boring, keep **** 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 ****** with it
Outta control like 2
Pac in _Juice_, character

Bishop Who's inferior?
My Squad be
Def and we ain't hearin ya, lounge in the black interior

Because..
HAH! Yes.. ha, rap is outta control!

Ha, hey hey rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Yo, aiy, rap is outta control! (for sure dude)

Aiyyo, ey, 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 ****'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 ****,
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
Hah.. hah, rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap .. wait, what wait (for sure dude)

Hey, rap is outta control!
Hold on Wait wait, rap rap is outta control!

And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) ay, yes y'all (yes y'all)

Aiyyo kick it
E!
I stand tall
I won't fall,
I recall ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps

Make sure they krytonite 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?

End the drama, that's word to your momma..