hostile

Lyrics

, erick sermon is coming up. i see him! i see him!, word up, "you're quite hostile.", "i got a right to be hostile!", 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!, it's the e double the funklord, god damn, yo i'm swingin more shit than tarzan, 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, yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witch, couldn't get with the switch, the ugly bitch, 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, 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", my time's up, so what the fuck slouch?, i'ma be back, for now i'm out, "you're quite hostile.", 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'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, 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, 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!