Hostile Lyrics - Fall

Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you expect? He was always let 

down. They never wanted to let his action down. But also they wanted it 

sublime [capitalism] and [equarty] equally. He was always in the middle 

for him. On the fields of Brooklyn. They said tone it down. Hill 

understood 

them. But he is hostile. 

We are the elite gansters of the damned, criminals of the damp. Just 

troubadours, and put-down to hostiles. 

For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and the 

work of God. They still recognize that many prominent M.C. members are 

wondeful people. They're warm, intelligent, but terribly misguided. 

Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned. They call us "shadowy." 

Anti-hostile. They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of the 

individual. 

Hostile. 

Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic against rhythmn. And 

now we're old, elite of the damned. Anti-hostile.