Its the e double (who? ) the funklord, God d***
Yo Im swingin more s*** than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ima ghetto b******
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 b**** (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 f*** slouch? (yeah)
Ima be back, for now Im out (word up!)
Youre quite hostile...
[jeff stewart]
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 murray]
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 s*** 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 b**blin 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 n***** wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the slums
d***age 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 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 d***!!!
Yo Im swingin more s*** than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ima ghetto b******
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 b**** (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 f*** slouch? (yeah)
Ima be back, for now Im out (word up!)
Youre quite hostile...
[jeff stewart]
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 murray]
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 s*** 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 b**blin 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 n***** wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the slums
d***age 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 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 d***!!!