Outta Control
D4L Feat. Busta Rhymes Lyrics

Rap is outta control!
The quality of rap music has become uncontrollable and chaotic

Hey, hey rap, rap (for sure dude) wait what, wait
Acknowledging the chaos while trying to process what's happening

Hold on!
Taking a momentary pause to manage the overwhelming situation

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yi-yeah yeah
Displaying excitement and enthusiasm for the upcoming lyrics

This is one of my favorites
Expressing a personal affection for the song about to be performed

Alright? So check it, check it
Asking for attentiveness and urging listeners to focus on the song

F'real, rap is outta control, like that (For sure dude!)
Reiterating the chaotic state of rap music

PMD, still Making Dollars
Referencing himself as part of EPMD, a successful rap group

Uh-huh, rap's outta control (For sure dude!)
Affirming the idea that rap music has become uncontrollable

I be pulsating dominating, up above
I am dominating and rising in rank in the rap game

Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love
Referencing Run-D.M.C.'s style of music and the need for love and respect in the rap community

E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low
I will not lose my success, even if I am not in the spotlight

I stay in the cut with O.J.
I stay strong and under the radar

The fact is, some things got to change
Acknowledging that there needs to be a shift in the rap industry

with eight or more rappers that sound the same
Commenting on the lack of diversity and originality in modern rappers

With the, same game, like they all in the same gang
Noticeable similarities between current rappers, like they they're all in cahoots with one another

and claim the same fame
Seeking similar levels of fame and success as peers without fresh ideas or originality to back it up

Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream I
Musical artists who don't make it often attempt to rash decisions they regret

have to die, I'm living a lie
Feeling as though they are not living a true life or staying true to themselves

Fake MC's no heart, get torn apart
Identifying the lack of heart in phony rappers and predicting their inevitable downfall

Messing with us? In ninety-nine, get smart
Warning that it's not wise to mess around with EPMD or others in the rap industry

I be the last one you wanna play with
Hinting at the power and reputation of the artist

Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
Establishing their authority as a decision-maker in the rap community

Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems
Directing attention to the artist and boasting about their skills

on a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
Describing their rhymes as impressive and attention-grabbing

Step in in tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
Entering the scene as a confident figure with money and status

couple of friends and a couple of hens
Accompanied by friends and women who are attracted to his wealth and lifestyle

Never boring, keep shit rocking til morning
Promising to keep the party going and entertain audiences

with the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Dancing up a storm, even til those normally uninterested will dance

Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hitting
Encouraging listeners to dance along with himself and his friend

Hop in the Benz 2000 Benz with the CD skipping
Driving around in a nice car with music constantly playing

EPMD, who's fucking with it
Asserting the skill and authority of the rap group in the industry

Outta control like 2Pac in Juice, character Bishop
Drawing comparisons between the rap industry and a violent movie character

Who's inferior? My Squad be Def
Insisting that their group is superior to others in the industry

and we ain't hearing ya, lounge in the black interior
Ignoring or dismissing other rappers while enjoying luxurious cars

Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Complaining about people stealing their unique sound and unsuccessfully trying to replicate it

Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
After failing to replicate, magazines are full of stories about how artist just found their own sound

When it came to EPMD no one said a word
Acknowledging the group's talent and originality

So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd!"
Expressing anger and disbelief that people have had the gall to copy from the group

Now we flip the bird, back-breaking MC's down like herbs
Taking assertive action by dismantling anyone who tries to copy or mess with their sound

Redlining, bending my chrome rims up on curbs
Driving aggressively with nice cars, showing off wealth and status

So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?
Questioning whether other rappers would be able to survive in the competitive industry

Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?
Negotiation and threatening to harm others to secure better deals and status

I don't think so, then come next the car repo
Suggesting that other rappers will struggle and likely have their nice cars taken away

No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot
With no more record deals, reduced to working manual labor jobs

So don't front for me or the E, cause you know our steez
Issuing a warning to others that they are not ones to be messed with in the industry

EPMD, blazing shit, Def 2G's
Reasserting the skill and authority of the rap group in the industry

Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabees
Producing music and taking down others who try to copy or replicate their original sound

and gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees
Suggesting that other rappers will not survive the industry competition against them

You heard of me, ain't no one checking or serving me
Asserting the singer's reputation and indicating that they are uninterested in the opinions of others

I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency
Threatening to cause victims serious and dire consequences

I stand tall I won't fall, I recall
Asserting strength and confidence

your rhymes stall when you bust caps
Comparing the act of rhyming to shooting, and identified flawed methods

Make sure they krytonite caps
Suggesting ways for the singer to bring others down

I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats
Feeling invincible and easily deflecting harmful attacks

I'm like, Superman, fly high,
Comparing the artist to Superman and the freedom they have to navigate the industry

way up in the sky
Continuing the comparison and alluding to enjoying a luxurious lifestyle

And if you try to shoot me down clown I won't die
Bringing attention to their skills and strength, refusing to be broken by the competition

I hate, let's exterminate
Expressing strong dislike or hatred for competitors

Wait for a second E, time to debate
Pausing to discuss further actions with groupmate

As we take our Fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
Taking off hats and preparing to work hard in the industry

on the crab MC, who's all on the bozack
Targeting specific competitors and their weaknesses

who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that
Displaying an impressive and luxurious car to enhance status

yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?
Showing off fame and success with sellout shows and attractive women

And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat
Enjoying high quality beer and cigars with friends

Wack MC's yo, where's your clothes at?
Insulting the fashion sense and reputation of competitors

End the drama, that's word to your momma
Ending the competition and drama in the industry