Rap Is Outta Control
(专辑: Business As Usual - 1990)
Tom J
is in the
house... Rap is outta control... 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 nerds than a
earthquake Strong, got more strength than King Kong I'm worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung 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, fucking outta control Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is 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 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 (Rap name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky I'm the
mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem The
Dream, and yes sometimes it may seem that Rap is outta control Rap is outta control 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 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