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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, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the funk
From the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
It be soup, a black 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 cool
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I the weeds in my chest

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

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

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A so I have to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (it's on, it's 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, like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine rhymes the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
Yeah pockets next to my year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God the roots and outsiders who zone
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

(+ soup shouting over)

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