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[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..