Rap is outta control (repeat 6X)
 Verse One: Erick Sermon
 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 the jam
 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 12, it's so dope
 All the way to 4 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
 Getting 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 is outta control
 It's outta control, rap is outta control
 Verse Two: PMD
 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 wit
 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 (repeat 2X)
 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
 Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD
 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 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