[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, fat like dat That's my habitat, with the funk the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks Who who? I hear knockin at my door It must be soup, a black human I think it's about time for to see him
Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I know They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a flow Notions of a cool, it's the s, come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to Go out the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest
[erick Back on the rebound, the magnificents funkdullah Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah Freakin so it sticks in your dome On the chrome microphone so I take it Don't neglect, respect, the mic check Don't forget, I still snap necks and correct I leave the burnin (burnin) Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is sermon
Erick sermon, sermon with the I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking Clearly, loudly, crowd around the speaker To hear me freak the, note tamika But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you Peep the, jams and you the fields With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh I flow orange juice or tropicana, and uh
[erick breaker, shh, I hear some static Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one the attic And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause A bloodspill so I to chill and get Totally on the microphone Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on) It's on (it's on, it's on, on, it's on!!)
The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick A cheap trick, just like ? ? I peep it, everyone, me to sound like A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind It's crushin up the rush of the in my mind Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine Because, lives nine triggers Fine rhymes equal the figures Yeah the cash, I hold a bold stash Yeah pockets next to my year old ass Yeah, God bless the child his own God bless the roots and who zone Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy
(+ soup shouting over)
Like that, but all words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends And foes, God knows, I chose the rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you and the p, e, r-i-c-k Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme way Yeah! it's all in, your all in, my mind all in, my mind..