[Busta Rhymes]
 Rap is outta control!
 Hey  hey rap  rap.. (for sure dude) wait what  wait
 Aiy  rap is outta control
 Hold on!

 [B.R.] Yeah yeah yeah yeah  yi yeah yeah yeah yi yeah yeah
 [P.S.] Erick and Parrish  Busta Bus  check it
 [B.R.] This is one of my favorites
 [P.S.] Aight? So check it  check it
 [B.R.] Yeah
 [P.S.] Outta control
 [E.S.] F'real  rap is outta control, like that (For sure dude!)
 [P.S.] PMD, still Makin Dollars
 [E.S.] Uh-huh, rap's outta control (For sure dude!)
 [both] Yo, yo..

 [Erick Sermon]
 I be pulsatin dominatin, up above
 Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love
 E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low
 I stay in the cut with O.J.
 The fact is, some things got to change
 with eight or more rappers that sound the same
 With the, same game, like they all in the same gang
 and claim the same fame
 Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream I
 have to die, I'm livin a lie
 Fake MC's no heart, get torn apart
 Messin with us? In ninety-nine, get smart
 I be the last one you wanna play with
 Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
 Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems
 on a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
 Step in in tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
 couple of friends and a couple of hens
 Never boring, keep shit rocking til morning
 with the bird, until the hawks start hawking
 Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin
 Hop in the Benz 2000 Benz with the CD skippin
 EPMD, who's fuckin with it
 Outta control like 2Pac in _Juice_, character Bishop
 Who's inferior? My Squad be Def
 and we ain't hearin ya, lounge in the black interior
 Because..

 [Busta Rhymes]
 HAH! Yes.. ha, rap is outta control!
 Ha, hey hey rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
 Yo, aiy, rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
 Aiyyo, ey, rap is outta control!

 [Parrish Smith]
 Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
 Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
 When it came to EPMD no one said a word
 So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd!"
 Now we flip the bird, back-breakin MC's down like herbs
 Redlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curbs
 So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?
 Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?
 I don't think so, then come next the car repo
 No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot
 So don't front for me or the E, cause you know our steez
 EPMD, blazin shit, Def 2G's
 Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez
 and gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees
 You heard of me, ain't no one checkin or servin me
 I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency
 Surgeon see

 [Busta Rhymes]
 Hah.. hah, rap is outta control!
 Hey, hey rap, rap .. wait, what wait (for sure dude)
 Hey, rap is outta control! Hold on
 Wait wait, rap rap is outta control!

 And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) ay, yes y'all (yes y'all)
 Aiyyo kick it E!

 [Erick Sermon]
 I stand tall I won't fall, I recall
 ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps
 Make sure they krytonite caps
 I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats
 I'm like, (*singing*) Superman... fly high...
 .. way up in the sky ..
 And if you try to shoot me down clown I won't die
 I cremate

 [Parrish Smith]
 I hate, let's exterminate
 Wait for a second E, time to debate
 As we take our Fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
 on the crab MC, who's all on the bozack
 who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that
 yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?
 And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat
 Wack MC's yo, where's your clothes at?
 End the drama, that's word to your momma