Hostile

[Sermon doing a high-pitched voice]

Erick Sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!

[Erick Sermon]

Word up

[Sample]

"You're quite hostile..."

"I got a right to be hostile!"

[Intro: 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!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]

It's the E Double (who?) The Funk Lord, god damn

Yo I'm swingin more shit than Tarzan (word em up)

I freak the ill tactics cause I'mma ghetto bastard

Some say my rap style is drastic

(Whoaaa!!) 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 Chic

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'mma be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

[Sample]

"You're quite hostile..."

[Interlude: Jeff Stewart (Sample)]

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

Keith Murray

("I gotta right to be hostile!")

"You're quite hostile..."

("I gotta right to be hostile!")

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]

Keith Murray's, comin from the North South East and Left

Rhymin to death, makin the world want to take a deep breath

With a body boom bash

My paragraph portrays dual 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 bumpin 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 intergalactic on plastic

With the super distinguished shit I kick

I'm high strung at the top of my lung

With my tongue makin hardcore niggas wanna get dumb

My dialogue comes straight from the slums

Damaging your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum

If ya got a crew, ya better tell em

[Outro: Jeff Stewart]

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!!!