Hostile Lyrics - Epmd

[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! 

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[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!) 

Photos 

"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!!!