Epmd - Hostile Lyrics[sermon doing a high-pitched voice]Erick sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him![erick sermon]Word upYoure quite hostile...I got a right to be hostile![jeff stewart]Ladies and gentlemen, are you readyHelp me bring to the stage the grandmasterThe undisputed heavyweight of hip-hopThe funklord, you know him as the green eyed banditLadies and gentlemen... the mc grand royalErick sermon![erick sermon]Its the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damnYo Im swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up)I freak the ill tactics cause ima ghetto bastardSome say my rap style is drasticWhoahh, I tear the frame out the microphoneDaddys home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witchCouldnt get with the switch, the ugly ***** (word em up)Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill techniqueSo yall can freak out like sheepThe undercover from brentwood, yes Im doing awesomeYou wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)For your protection, go sit in the r&b sectionFor this sessionCause Im real deal boy you better believe it wordStraight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbsPeace to the underground, where I create my soundThats more doper than spellbound (word)My times up, so what the ***** 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 planetYoure quite hostile...I gotta right to be hostile!Straight from l.o.d., kirkland aveYoure quite hostile...The one and only philly blunt kingI 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 leftRhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep breathWith a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuceHuman behavior in a psychopathOoooh, I might lose my cool, and break foolAnd pull out my get busy toolsI write like a mad journalistTo funk, thats deeper than a bottomless spliff (thats my word)The most beautifullest thing in this worldIs my notion, for murderous poetry in motionAnd the illiotic shit I come acrossForm a leash youre trapped in with explosive forceI push your head through the cracks of sanityAnd leave your brain doin a bid in purgatoryIts ninety-six degrees in the shadeBefore I catch blood on my bladeI take my frustration to the stageAnd gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracksWhen I rap my jams be packed like a laundromatMy contextll wreck your whole conceptCause my delivery is so complexAnd Im inter-galactic on plasticWith the superdistinguish that I kickIm high strung at the top of my lungWith my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumbMy dialogue comes straight from the slumsDamnage to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellumIf ya got a crew ya better tell em[jeff stewart](hostile sample set repeats in background)Ladies and gentlemen, what youve just witnessedIs the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and keith murrayComing to an album near you soonThis has been another erick sermon productionThis is jeff stewart signing off, and until next time saying...God damn!!!