Songtexte Rap Is Still Outta Control - Busta Rhymes , EPMD

Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap rap
Hey wait wait
Rap is outta control!

I be pulsatin, dominatin up above
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love
E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way
I'm down low, I stay in the cut with O.J
The fact is, something's 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, I'm livin a lie"
Fake MC's, no heart, get torn apart
Messin with us, in ninety-nine, 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
With a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
Steppin in tan Timbs, a pocket full of ends
With a, couple of friends and a couple of hens
Never borin, keep shit rockin til morn-ing
With the bird, until the Hawks start hawking
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin
Hop in the Benz 2000, Benz whippin, CD skippin
EPMD, who's fuckin with it?
Outta control like 2Pac and Juice, character Bishop
Who's inferior? My squad be Def and we ain't near ya
Lounge in the black interior, because

Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap rap
Hey wait wait
Rap is outta control!

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 shit's absurd!"
Now he flip the bird, back-breakin MC's down like herbs
Redlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curves
So can you make a mill and chill, survivin the rap field
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?
I don't think so, then come next the car repo
No more contracts, it's strictly Handyman and Home Depot
So don't front for me or the E, cause you know our steez
EPMD, blazin shit, Def 2 G's
Cause we make, take and break MC's and wannabes
And gonna be's, burn em down to third degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one checkin or servin me
I'll turn your 4-1-1 into the 9-11 emergency
Surgency

Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap rap
Hey wait wait
Rap is outta control!

I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall
Huh-huh, your rhymes stall
When you bust caps, make sure they Kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats
I'm like, "Supermaaaaan, flyyyyyyy
Way up in the skyyyyyy"
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 we take our Fisherman hat off, there's no time to match
On the crab MC, who's all on the bozack
Who knows that, 2000 Benz that shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?
In the old gold 'Llac, I suppose that
Wack MC's yo, where's your flows at?
In regardless, that's right you know who we are