Rap Is Outta Control - EPMD

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 nerves than a earthquake

Strong, got more strength than King Kong

I’m worldwide, I’m interviewed like Kaity Tong

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 it’s outta control

Rap is outta control, rap is definitely outta control

It’s outta control, rap is outta control

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

A 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

(Last name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky

I’m the mainstream supreme, slamming like Hakeem

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

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 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 I take my fisherman hat off, there’s no hat

For an MC on a trail of a mad comeback