Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hostile, artist - Erick Sermon. Album song No Pressure, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Hostile |
Erick sermon is coming up… I see him! |
I see him! |
Word up |
«youre quite hostile…» |
«i got a right to be hostile!» |
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! |
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…» |
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 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 |
(«hostile"s&le 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!!! |