[Intro] Tom J in the house Rap is outta control Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom J in the house Rap is outta control Rap is outta control Rap is outta control G, man Rap is outta control Rap is outta control Rap is outta control [Verse 1 Erick Sermon] G, man, do I have the power like HeMan? To crack a wack MCs head open like a pecan? Damn, my name should become Sam But I prefer that Grand Royal for the jam Im pulling heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out Hey, son, I suggest that you head out I total, cremate, strike em like Flex I wont break, I make more nerves than a earthquake Strong, got more strength than King Kong Im worldwide, Im interviewed with Connie Chung Im on now, live at 12, its so dope All the way to 4 oclock, there no soaps Im able to rock the mic nice and stable Its a chance that you might see me on Cable Vision, Showtime or HBO with the flow Getting more play than Rambo Ayo, what do you know? Party people, rap is outta control Rap is outta control, its definitely, fuckin, its outta control Rap is outta control, rap is definitely outta control Its outta control, rap is outta control [Verse 2 PMD] Straight from the underground where universal beatdown is a must Yo, I smell crab MC, E Too late, he got crushed Was he a poprap singer, RB swinger? A faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger? In other words, its absurd to try to get with The brother from Brentwood, Long Island nicknamed Swift Lip Im too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam track With a Becks in my right hand, left hand on bozack I move on ya posse, first reaction was Oh shit Lets do that brother, hell no Why?, hes too quick So dial 190055EATSHIT I pack a twelveshot nine mil and, yes, I still kick What? Ass like a jock Height?, 63 and stocky Last name? Not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky Im the mainstream supreme, slammin like Hakeem The Dream And, yes, sometimes it may seem that [Chorus] Rap is outta control Rap is outta control, for sure dude Raprararaprap, rara, for sure dude Rap is outta control Yes, yes yall, yes yall Yes yall, yes yall, kick it E [Verse 3 Erick Sermon PMD] I stand tall, I wont fall, I recall Haha, your rhymes stall When I bust caps until they Kryptonite caps I bring the steel, I swap bullets like caps Im like Superman Fly high, way up in the sky And if you try to shoot me down, clown, I wont die I cremate, I hate, lets exterminate Wait for a second, E, time to debate As I take my fisherman hat off, theres no hap For an MC on a trail of a mere comeback I rock fisherman buckets, no top hats And if you wanna see a flick
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