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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

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

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, the funk track
the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
It must be soup, a 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 flow
Notions of a cool, it's the s,
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll to
Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest

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

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the
To hear me the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, jams and you reap the
the roots and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I like orange juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A so I have to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and is on the dick
A cheap trick, just ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's crushin up the rush of the in my mind
and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, lives nine triggers
rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash
pockets next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

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