Erick Sermon 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



"you’re 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]

It’s the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
damn

Yo I’m swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up)

I freak
the ill tactics cause i’ma ghetto bastard

Some say my rap style is
drastic

Whoahh, I tear the frame out the microphone

Daddy’s home,
the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)

Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the
wicked witch

Couldn’t get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em
up)

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

So
y’all can freak out like sheep

The undercover from brentwood, yes I’m
doing awesome

You wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)

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

For this session

Cause I’m 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

That’s more doper than "spellbound" (word)

My
time’s up, so what the fuck slouch? (yeah)

I’ma be back, for now
I’m out (word up!)



"you’re quite hostile..."

[jeff stewart]

And now		"i gotta right to be hostile!"

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

"you’re quite hostile..."

"i gotta right to be
hostile!"

Straight from l.o.d., kirkland ave

"you’re
quite hostile..."

The one and only philly blunt king

"i
gotta right to be hostile!"

"you’re quite hostile..."

"i gotta right to be hostile!"



[keith murray]

Keith murray’s, 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, that’s deeper than a bottomless
spliff (that’s 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 you’re trapped in with explosive force

I
push your head through the cracks of sanity

And leave your brain doin a
bid in purgatory

It’s 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 context’ll wreck your whole concept

Cause my
delivery is so complex

And I’m inter-galactic on plastic

With the
superdistinguish that I kick

I’m 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 you’ve 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!!!