Tom J is in the house (repeat 2X)
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Rap is outta control (repeat 6X)
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Verse One: Erick Sermon
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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 nerds 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 Chung
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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 outta control
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Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta control
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It's outta control, rap is outta control
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Verse Two: PMD
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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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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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(Rap name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky
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I'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem
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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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Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD
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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 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
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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
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Rap is Outta Control
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