Lyrics
Written by: Drastic
Song Title: Beyond Control (C)1999 DFR Productions
Appearance: A Drastic Name Comes From A Drastic Life
[Intro]
Do y'all know what happens when Drastic gets on the mic?
Well listen close, cause you're about to find out!
[Verse 1]
A maniac like those having sex over the internet,
mouth moving more than people who ain't paid the rent yet
I'm the landlord when MC's step on stage,
if they can't live a lifestyle of mics I make em renovate
Yo I generate more than the shadiest,
crack fiend having a seizure spinning in a radius
Try to play with us and earn a kick in the anus,
bitches be tasting my body that's sweater than a Danish
A harpoon, when I spear through the roughest platoons,
and flip my verses faster than the pages of a cartoon
I bark too, so call me McGruff, I take a bite out of crime
and throw it up more rapid than gays get butt fucked
My odds are to unequal for niggas to try there luck,
gamble me and you'll be standing outside with a coffee cup
Begging for change like Cubans beg to enter Florida,
cross my border like I'm Taco Bell but I'm the coroner
You's a foreigner to this rap shit?
You wanna green card first you better battle Drastic
Punk ass!
[Hook](2 times)
I'm not only off the chain, I broke loose and ran away
coming down your lane acting insane
BEYOND CONTROL!
I'm not only off the hook, I dropped and smooshed
killas and crooks while the earth shook
BEYOND CONTROL!
[Verse 2]
I'm 20 thousand leagues on top of the game,
spittin' rhymes so nasty you could smell and be dazed for days
My eye contact is hotter than sunrays,
My so controversy will screw up minor issues in major ways
It pays to have a strong brain don't I know this,
I even give headaches when I rhyme through osmosis
People taking extra heavy doses of my knowledge,
learning so much of my theories they droppin' out of college
To study me, niggas gettin' P-H-D's
I'm drug free so bitches is learning to smoke me
Lickin' me up and down like I'm holding a pimps crown,
my DJ's dropping beats so hard it's leaving cracks in the ground
Look what I found, a talent to abolish
murder or demolish any MC who starts it
Lyrics are the bullets and the ears are my target,
I like to eat rappers and store you in my fat deposits
Hatin' me cuz you don't like the way I'm hip-hoppin'
call it what you wan't but Haunted House is making profit
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Who's the greatest rapper to ever live,
you might say me but it's Christopher Wallace
My lyrics is said and through the air their transmitted,
and combined to picture you images like television
Niggas is wishing on a star more than Cover Girls,
for God to strip them from the styles that make me hurl
My words swirl your physical body into third worlds,
and when I walk half the country follows me in herds
Even nerds run and give me all the information,
I catch more static with an enemy than your local A-M station
Categorized advanced placement,
in life making more illegal moves than immigration
Interpreting me is like touching a live wire,
Come in contact with me, I'll set you on fire
Making the youngest MC's retire, cuz I got more styles
than a homosexual clothes designer
Call me liar when I say I'm not the smartest person,
in which everyone wants to take after because I'm perfect
[Hook]
[Outro]
Drastic, DFR!
Fokus, Tha Outlaw, Mac Lethal
Kasper, where you at? Revolt, where you at?
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