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
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
