[Sermon doing a high-pitched voice]
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Erick Sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!
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[Erick Sermon]
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Word up
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"You're quite hostile..."
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"I got a right to be hostile!"
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[Jeff Stewart]
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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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[Erick Sermon]
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It's the E Double (who?) The Funklord, god damn
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Yo I'm swingin more shit than Tarzan (word em up)
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I freak the ill tactics cause I'ma 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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Daddy's 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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couldn't 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 y'all can freak out like sheep
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The undercover from Brentwood, yes I'm 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 I'm 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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that's more doper than "Spellbound" (word)
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My time's up, so what the fuck slouch? (YEAH)
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I'ma be back, for now I'm out (word up!)
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"You're quite hostile..."
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[Jeff Stewart]
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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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"You're 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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"You're 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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"You're quite hostile..."
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"I gotta right to be hostile!"
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[Keith Murray]
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Keith Murray's, 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, that's deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's 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 you're 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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It's 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 context'll wreck your whole concept
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Cause my delivery is so complex
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And I'm inter-galactic on plastic
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with the superdistinguish that I kick
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I'm 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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[Jeff Stewart]
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("Hostile" sample set repeats in background)
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Ladies and gentlemen, what you've 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!!!
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Hostile
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Erick Sermon |