EPMD - Hostile текст песни

[sermon doing a high-pitched voice]

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

[erick sermon]

Word up

"youre 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!

[erick sermon]

Its the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn

Yo Im swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up)

I freak the ill tactics cause ima ghetto bastard

Some say my rap style is drastic

Whoahh, I tear the frame out the microphone

Daddys home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)

Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witch

Couldnt get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)

Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique

So yall can freak out like sheep

The undercover from brentwood, yes Im doing awesome

You wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)

For your protection, go sit in the r&b section

For this session

Cause Im 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

Thats more doper than "spellbound" (word)

My times up, so what the fuck 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 planet

"youre quite hostile..."

"i gotta right to be hostile!"

Straight from l.o.d., kirkland ave

"youre quite hostile..."

The one and only philly blunt king

"i 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 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, thats deeper than a bottomless spliff (thats 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 youre trapped in with explosive force

I push your head through the cracks of sanity

And leave your brain doin a bid in purgatory

Its 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 contextll wreck your whole concept

Cause my delivery is so complex

And Im inter-galactic on plastic

With the superdistinguish that I kick

Im 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 youve 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!!!