Rap Is Outta Control
作词 : Sermon, Smith
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-ManTo crack a wack
MC's head, open like a pea can
Damn, my name should become
SamBut I prefer a grand royal for
TheJamI'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 KongI'm worldwide,
I'm interviewed like
Kaity Chung
I'm on now, live at twelve, it's so ****
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
RamboAiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control
Rap is outta control, it's definitely, ******' 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 LipI'm too smooth and yes,
I groove to the
Slam Track
Wit a Beck's in my right hand, left hand on
BozackI moved on ya posse, first reaction was"Oh ****, let's do that brother, hell no, why, he's too quick"
So dial 1-900-55-eat-****
I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes
I still kick
What, ass like a jock, height 6'3" and stockyRap name not Balboa, so ********** RockyI'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem the DreamAnd yes sometimes it may seem thatRap is outta control, rap is outta controlSure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dudeRap is outta control, yes, yes, y'all, yes, y'allYes, y'all, yes, y'all, kick it EI stand tall, I won't fall, I recall, ha ha, your rhymes stallWhen I bust caps, until they Kryptonite capsI reign of steel, I swap bullets like thatI'm like, Superman, fly high way up in the skyAnd if you try to shoot me down, clownI won't die, I cremateI hate, let's exterminateWait for a second, E, time to debateAs I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hatFor an MC on a trail of a mad comeback
Rap Is Outta ControlLRC歌词
作词 : Sermon, Smith
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-ManTo crack a wack
MC's head, open like a pea can
Damn, my name should become
SamBut I prefer a grand royal for
TheJamI'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 KongI'm worldwide,
I'm interviewed like
Kaity Chung
I'm on now, live at twelve, it's so ****
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
RamboAiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control
Rap is outta control, it's definitely, ******' 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 LipI'm too smooth and yes,
I groove to the
Slam Track
Wit a Beck's in my right hand, left hand on
BozackI moved on ya posse, first reaction was"Oh ****, let's do that brother, hell no, why, he's too quick"
So dial 1-900-55-eat-****
I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes
I still kick
What, ass like a jock, height 6'3" and stockyRap name not Balboa, so ********** RockyI'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem the DreamAnd yes sometimes it may seem thatRap is outta control, rap is outta controlSure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dudeRap is outta control, yes, yes, y'all, yes, y'allYes, y'all, yes, y'all, kick it EI stand tall, I won't fall, I recall, ha ha, your rhymes stallWhen I bust caps, until they Kryptonite capsI reign of steel, I swap bullets like thatI'm like, Superman, fly high way up in the skyAnd if you try to shoot me down, clownI won't die, I cremateI hate, let's exterminateWait for a second, E, time to debateAs I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hatFor an MC on a trail of a mad comeback
