Songtexte: EPMD. Business As Usual. Rap is Outta Control.

Tom J is in the house, rap is outta control
Tom J is in the house, rap is outta control
Rap is outta control, rap is outta control
Rap is outta control, rap is outta control
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 TheJam

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 twelve, it's so dope
All the way to four 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
Gettin' 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 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 with
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 way 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