[erick Oh.. yeahhuhh! Def
Chorus: erick
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x* (pump pump, shots)
sermon] Aiyyo the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat That's my habitat, with the track From the boondocks, when I rocks my out the docks Who who? I hear someone at my door It must be soup, a black human I it's about time for y'all to see him
Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know They hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow Notions of a cool, it's the s, Never come test, noooooooo, even the best'll have to Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my
[erick Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah Freakin wicked so it sticks in your On the chrome so I take it home Don't neglect, just respect, the mic Don't forget, I snap necks and come correct I leave the burnin (burnin) eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon
Erick sermon, sermon the preaching I'm fuckin up heads without speaking, without speaking Clearly, loudly, niggaz around the speaker To me freak the, note like tamika But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you the, jams and you reap the fields With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh I flow orange juice or tropicana, and uh
[erick Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some 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 disgusting on the Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on) It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, on!!)
The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick A cheap trick, just like ? ? I it, everyone, wants me to sound like A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my Drink and trust - blind, and trust - my, nine Because, nine lives nine rhymes equal the nine figures Yeah the cold cash, I a bold stash Yeah pockets next to my nineteen old ass Yeah, God bless the child his own God bless the roots and who zone Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy
(+ soup shouting over)
Like that, but it's all Words can kill more pens, than guns, and And foes, God knows, I chose the rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you S-o-u and the p, e, Erick sermon, a rhyme this way Yeah! all in, your mind all in, my mind all in, my mind..