Текст песни Erick Sermon f Keith Murray - Hostile
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[Sermon doing a high-pitched voice]Erick Sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him![Erick Sermon]Word up "You`re 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]It`s the E Double (who?) The Funklord, god damnYo I`m swingin more shit than Tarzan (word em up)I freak the ill tactics cause I`ma ghetto bastardSome say my rap style is drasticWhoahh, I tear the frame out the microphoneDaddy`s home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witchcouldn`t get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill techniqueSo y`all can freak out like sheepThe undercover from Brentwood, yes I`m doing awesomeYou wanna see me call Steve Austin (hehehehehe)For your protection, go sit in the R&B sectionfor this sessionCause I`m real deal boy you better believe it wordStraight from the Boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbsPeace to the underground, where I create my soundthat`s more doper than "Spellbound" (word)My time`s up, so what the fuck slouch? (YEAH)I`ma be back, for now I`m out (word up!) "You`re quite hostile..."[Jeff Stewart]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]Keith Murray`s, 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, that`s deeper than a bottomless spliff (that`s my word)The most beautifullest thing in this worldis my notion, for murderous poetry in motionAnd the illiotic shit I come acrossform a leash you`re trapped in with explosive forceI push your head through the cracks of sanityand leave your brain doin a bid in purgatoryIt`s 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 context`ll wreck your whole conceptCause my delivery is so complexAnd I`m inter-galactic on plasticwith the superdistinguish that I kickI`m 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 you`ve 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!!!