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 - Композиторы:
 - Erick Sermon
 - Parrish Smith
 - Trevor Smith
 
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Epmd - Текст песни Rap is Still Outta Control
featuring Busta Rhymes
 [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) Epmd - Rap is Still Outta Control - http://ru.motolyrics.com/epmd/rap-is-still-outta-control-lyrics.html
 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















