[erick Oh.. yeahhuhh! Def
erick sermon
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) (pump pump, shots)
[erick Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat dat That's my habitat, with the funk From the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the Who who? I hear someone knockin at my It be soup, a black human bein I think it's about for y'all to see him
Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I know They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the have to Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest
sermon] Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents Old schooler, more than dr. scholl-ah wicked so it sticks in your dome On the chrome microphone so I it home Don't neglect, just respect, the mic Don't forget, I snap necks and come correct I the microphone burnin (burnin) Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick
Erick sermon, sermon the preaching I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker To hear me the, note like tamika But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you the, jams and you reap the fields With the roots and uh, my is soup, and uh I like orange juice or tropicana, and uh
[erick Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause A so I have to chill and get Totally on the microphone Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on) It's on (it's on, on, it's on, it's on!!)
The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick A cheap trick, like ? like ? I peep it, everyone, me to sound like A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine Because, nine lives triggers Fine rhymes the nine figures Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash Yeah pockets next to my year old ass Yeah, God the child with his own God the roots and outsiders who zone caps, get bucked in the dome Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome
(+ soup shouting over)
Like that, but it's all Words can kill more pens, guns, and friends And foes, God knows, I chose the rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you S-o-u and the p, e, sermon, kickin a rhyme this way Yeah! it's all in, mind It's all in, my all in, my mind..