Epmd Hostile Lyrics

Hostile Lyrics

[sermon doing a high-pitched voice]



Erick sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!







[erick sermon]



Word up







"youre quite hostile..."



"i got a right to be hostile!"







[jeff stewart]



Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready



Help me bring to the stage the grandmaster



The undisputed heavyweight of hip-hop



The funklord, you know him as the green eyed bandit



Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand royal



Erick sermon!







[erick sermon]



Its the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn



Yo Im swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up)



I freak the ill tactics cause ima ghetto bastard



Some say my rap style is drastic



Whoahh, I tear the frame out the microphone



Daddys home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)



Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witch



Couldnt get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)



Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique



So yall can freak out like sheep



The undercover from brentwood, yes Im doing awesome



You wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)



For your protection, go sit in the r&b section



For this session



Cause Im real deal boy you better believe it word



Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs



Peace to the underground, where I create my sound



Thats more doper than "spellbound" (word)



My times up, so what the fuck slouch? (yeah)



Ima be back, for now Im out (word up!)







"youre quite hostile..."



[jeff stewart]



And now		"i gotta right to be hostile!"



Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the planet



"youre quite hostile..."



"i gotta right to be hostile!"



Straight from l.o.d., kirkland ave



"youre quite hostile..."



The one and only philly blunt king



"i gotta right to be hostile!"



"youre quite hostile..."



"i gotta right to be hostile!"







[keith murray]



Keith murrays, comin from the north south east and left



Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep breath



With a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce



Human behavior in a psychopath



Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break fool



And pull out my get busy tools



I write like a mad journalist



To funk, thats deeper than a bottomless spliff (thats my word)



The most beautifullest thing in this world



Is my notion, for murderous poetry in motion



And the illiotic shit I come across



Form a leash youre trapped in with explosive force



I push your head through the cracks of sanity



And leave your brain doin a bid in purgatory



Its ninety-six degrees in the shade



Before I catch blood on my blade



I take my frustration to the stage



And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks



When I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat



My contextll wreck your whole concept



Cause my delivery is so complex



And Im inter-galactic on plastic



With the superdistinguish that I kick



Im high strung at the top of my lung



With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb



My dialogue comes straight from the slums



Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum



If ya got a crew ya better tell em







[jeff stewart]



("hostile" sample set repeats in background)



Ladies and gentlemen, what youve just witnessed



Is the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and keith murray



Coming to an album near you soon



This has been another erick sermon production



This is jeff stewart signing off, and until next time saying...



God damn!!!