Rap Is Outta Control - EPMD

Tom J is in the house (repeat 2X) 
Rap is outta control (repeat 6X) 
Verse One: Erick Sermon 
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, fuckin outta control 
Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta control 
It's outta control, rap is outta control 
Verse Two: PMD 
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 (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 
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD 
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