Keith Murray - Hostile lyrics

[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 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] It's the E Double (who?) The Funklord, god damn Yo I'm swingin more sh** than Tarzan (word em up) I freak the ill tactics cause I'mma ghetto ba*tard Some say my rap style is drastic Whoahh, 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 b**h (word em up) 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 (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 f** slouch? (YEAH) I'mma 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 Left Rhymin to d**h, 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 (that's my word) The most beautifullest thing in this world Is my notion, for murderous poetry in motion And the illiotic sh** 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 n***as 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 you've just witnessed Is the incredible sk**s 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!!!