| G, man, do I have the power like He-Man
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| To crack a wack MC’s head, open like a pea can
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| Damn, my name should become Sam
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| But I prefer, a grand royal for the jam
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| I’m putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out
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| Hey son, I suggest that you head out
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| I total, cremate, strikin mic flakes
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| I won’t break, I make more nerves than a earthquake
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| Strong, got more strength than King Kong
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| I’m worldwide, I’m interviewed like Kaity Tong
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| I’m on now, live at 12, it’s so dope
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| All the way to 4 o’clock, there no soaps
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| I’m able to rock the mic nice and stable
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| It’s a chance that you might see me on Cable
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| Vision, Showtime or HBO with the flow
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| Getting more play than Rambo
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| Aiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control
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| Rap is outta control, it’s definitely, fuckin it’s outta control
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| Rap is outta control, rap is definitely outta control
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| It’s outta control, rap is outta control
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| Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush
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| Yo, I stuck crab MC, E (too late, he got crushed)
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| Was he a pop rap singer, R&B swinger
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| A faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger
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| In other words, it’s absurd to try to get wit
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| The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip
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| I’m too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam track
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| Wit a Beck’s in my right hand, left hand on bozack
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| I moved on ya posse, first reaction was «Oh shit
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| Let’s do that brother, hell no (why) he’s too quick»
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| So dial 1−900−55-eat-shit
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| I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick
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| (What) ass like a jock (height) 6'3″ and stocky
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| (Last name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky
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| I’m the mainstream supreme, slamming like Hakeem
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| The Dream, and yes sometimes it may seem that
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| Rap is outta control (repeat 2X)
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| Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dude
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| Rap is outta control, yes, yes y’all, yes y’all
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| Yes y’all, yes y’all, kick it E
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| I stand tall, I won’t fall, I recall
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| Ha ha, your rhymes stall
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| When I bust caps, until they Kryptonite caps
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| I reign of steel, I swap bullets like that
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| I’m like, Superman, fly high way up in the sky
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| And if you try to shoot me down, clown, I won’t die
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| I cremate, I hate, let’s exterminate
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| Wait for a second, E, time to debate
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| As I take my fisherman hat off, there’s no hat
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| For an MC on a trail of a mad comeback |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap Is Still Outta Control, artist - EPMD. Album song Out Of Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп