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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

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

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

sermon]
Back on the rebound, the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, more than dr. scholl-ah
wicked 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 snap necks and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? name is erick sermon

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the
To hear me the, note like tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker if you
the, jams and you reap the fields
With the roots and uh, my 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 from the
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
Totally disgusting on the
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, 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, just like ? ?
I peep it, everyone, me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up behind
It's crushin up the rush of the in my mind
Drink and - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, lives nine triggers
rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

Chorus (+ shouting over)

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