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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

[erick
Aiyyo it's the rap maniac, comin fat like dat
my habitat, with the funk track
From the boondocks, I rocks my styles out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It be soup, a black human bein
I it's about time for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get blindsided the flow, I never know
yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the have to
Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest

[erick
Back on the rebound, it's the funkdullah
Old schooler, more than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I take it
neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
Peep the, jams and you 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 some static
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 industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
A cheap trick, like ? like ?
I it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's crushin up the of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine
Fine equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

Chorus (+ shouting over)

Like that, but it's all
Words can kill more pens, guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I chose the
That rose, froze-n, chose-n, you
S-o-u and the p, e,
Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme way
Yeah! it's all in, your
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..