Epmd - Rap Is Still Outta Control Lyrics
[busta rhymes]Rap is outta control!Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, waitAiy, rap is outta controlHold on![b.r.] yeah yeah yeah yeah, yi-yeah yeah yeah yi-yeah 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.] uh-huh, raps outta control (for sure dude!)[both] yo, yo..[erick sermon]I be pulsatin dominatin, up aboveRun-d.m.c. style, stop and show loveE-dub, I cant fall off, its no way, Im down lowI stay in the cut with o.j.The fact is, some things got to changeWith eight or more rappers that sound the sameWith the, same game, like they all in the same gangAnd claim the same fameSuicide victims, quick to jump off and scream iHave to die, Im livin a lieFake mcs no heart, get torn apartMessin with us? in ninety-nine, get smartI be the last one you wanna play withRap committees call me, just to okay shitFocus on me, I grab the mic and drop gemsOn a ill rhyme, more flashier than rimsStep in in tan timbs, a pocket full of ends with aCouple of friends and a couple of hensNever boring, keep shit rocking til morningWith the bird, until the hawks start hawkingBounce with me, me and my man keep things hittinHop in the benz 2000 benz with the cd skippinEpmd, whos *****in with itOutta control like 2pac in _juice_, character bishopWhos inferior? my squad be defAnd we aint hearin ya, lounge in the black interiorBecause..[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 streetThen got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweetWhen it came to epmd no one said a wordSo I called up erick sermon and said, this shits absurd!Now we flip the bird, back-breakin mcs down like herbsRedlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curbsSo can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?Flip deals, and ***** back burners when the caps peel?I dont think so, then come next the car repoNo mo contract, just strictly handyman in home depotSo dont front for me or the e, cause you know our steezEpmd, blazin shit, def 2gsCause we make tape and break mcs who wannabeezAnd gonna-beez, burn em down to third degreesYou heard of me, aint no one checkin or servin meIll turn your 411 into the 911 emergencySurgeon 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 onWait 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 recallHa hah, your rhymes stall when you bust capsMake sure they krytonite capsIm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnatsIm like, (*singing*) superman... fly high..... way up in the sky ..And if you try to shoot me down clown I wont dieI cremate[parrish smith]I hate, lets exterminateWait for a second e, time to debateAs we take our fisherman hat off, theres no time to maxOn the crab mc, whos all on the bozackWho knows that, 2000 benz to shows thatYo, sold out crowd, wheres the hoes at?And the old gold black, icy cold fatWack mcs yo, wheres your clothes at?End the drama, thats word to your momma..
