[Busta Rhymes] Rap is outta control! Hey, hey rap, rap.. for sure dude wait what, wait Aiy, rap is outta control Hold on! [B.R.] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yiyeah yeah yeah yiyeah yeah [P.S.] Erick and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it [B.R.] This is one of my favorites [P.S.] Aight? So check it, check it [B.R.] Yeah [P.S.] Outta control [E.S.] Freal, rap is outta control, like that For sure dude! [P.S.] PMD, still Makin Dollars [E.S.] Uhhuh, raps outta control For sure dude! [both] Yo, yo.. [Erick Sermon] I be pulsatin dominatin, up above RunD.M.C. style, stop and show love EDub, I cant fall off, its no way, Im 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, Im livin a lie Fake MCs no heart, get torn apart Messin with us? In ninetynine, get smart I be the last one you wanna play with Rap committees call me, just to okay shit Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims Step in in tan Timbs, a pocket full of ends with a Couple of friends and a couple of hens Never boring, keep shit 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, whos fuckin with it Outta control like 2Pac in Juice, character Bishop Whos inferior? My Squad be Def And we aint hearin ya, lounge in the black interior Because.. [Busta Rhymes] 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! [Parrish Smith] 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 shits absurd! Now we flip the bird, backbreakin MCs 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 dont think so, then come next the car repo No mo contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot So dont front for me or the E, cause you know our steez EPMD, blazin shit, Def 2Gs Cause we make tape and break MCs who wannabeez And gonnabeez, burn em down to third degrees You heard of me, aint no one checkin or servin me Ill turn your 411 into the 911 emergency Surgeon see [Busta Rhymes] 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 yall yes yall ay, yes yall yes yall Aiyyo kick it E! [Erick Sermon] I stand tall I wont fall, I recall Ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps Make sure they krytonite caps Im made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats Im like, singing Superman... fly high... .. way up in the sky .. And if you try to shoot me down clown I wont die I cremate [Parrish Smith] I hate, lets exterminate Wait for a second E, time to debate As we take our Fisherman hat off, theres no time to max On the crab MC, whos all on the bozack Who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that Yo, sold out crowd, wheres the hoes at? And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat Wack MCs yo, wheres your clothes at? End the drama, thats word to your momma..
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