| Erick sermon is coming up… I see him! |
| I see him!
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| Word up
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| «youre quite hostile…»
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| «i got a right to be hostile!»
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| Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready
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| Help me bring to the stage the grandmaster
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| The undisputed heavyweight of hip-hop
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| The funklord, you know him as the green eyed bandit
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| Ladies and gentlemen… the mc grand royal
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| Erick sermon!
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| Its the e double (who?) the funklord, God damn
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| Yo Im swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up)
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| I freak the ill tactics cause ima ghetto bastard
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| Some say my rap style is drastic
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| Whoahh, I tear the frame out the microphone
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| Daddys home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
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| Yo, my concepts is wicked; |
| even the wicked witch
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| Couldnt get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
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| Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
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| So yall can freak out like sheep
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| The undercover from brentwood, yes Im doing awesome
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| You wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
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| For your protection, go sit in the r&b section
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| For this session
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| Cause Im real deal boy you better believe it word
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| Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
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| Peace to the underground, where I create my sound
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| Thats more doper than «spellbound"(word)
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| My times up, so what the fuck slouch? |
| (yeah)
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| Ima be back, for now Im out (word up!)
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| «youre quite hostile…»
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| And now «i gotta right to be hostile!»
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| Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the planet
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| «youre quite hostile…»
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| «i gotta right to be hostile!»
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| Straight from l.o.d., kirkland ave
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| «youre quite hostile…»
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| The one and only philly blunt king
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| «i gotta right to be hostile!»
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| «youre quite hostile…»
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| «i gotta right to be hostile!»
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| Keith murrays, comin from the north south east and left
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| Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep breath
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| With a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
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| Human behavior in a psychopath
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| Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break fool
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| And pull out my get busy tools
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| I write like a mad journalist
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| To funk, thats deeper than a bottomless spliff (thats my word)
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| The most beautifullest thing in this world
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| Is my notion, for murderous poetry in motion
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| And the illiotic shit I come across
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| Form a leash youre trapped in with explosive force
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| I push your head through the cracks of sanity
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| And leave your brain doin a bid in purgatory
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| Its ninety-six degrees in the shade
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| Before I catch blood on my blade
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| I take my frustration to the stage
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| And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
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| When I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
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| My contextll wreck your whole concept
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| Cause my delivery is so complex
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| And Im inter-galactic on plastic
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| With the superdistinguish that I kick
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| Im high strung at the top of my lung
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| With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
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| My dialogue comes straight from the slums
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| Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
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| If ya got a crew ya better tell em
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| («hostile"s&le set repeats in background)
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| Ladies and gentlemen, what youve just witnessed
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| Is the incredible skills of erick sermon. |
| and keith murray
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| Coming to an album near you soon
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| This has been another erick sermon production
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| This is jeff stewart signing off, and until next time saying…
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| God damn!!! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hostile , by - Erick Sermon. Song from the album No Pressure, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп