Lyrics:

(Erick Sermon:)
Erick sermon is coming up - I see him - I see him
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 shit than tarzan - word 'em up
I freak the ill tactics 'cause I’ma ghetto bastard
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 bitch - 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 fuck slouch? - yeah
I’ma 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 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
Oh, 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 shit 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 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

(Jeff Stewart:)
Ladies and gentlemen, what you’ve 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