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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!)
(pump pump, shots)

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the track
From the boondocks, when I my styles out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a human bein
I think it's about time for to see him

Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I never
They yell hoe, assumin the of a cool 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 than dr.
wicked so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome so I take it home
Don't neglect, just respect, the mic
forget, I still snap necks and come correct
I leave the burnin (burnin)
Green bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm fuckin up people's without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, 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 the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might
A bloodspill so I to chill and get
disgusting on the microphone
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 it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my,
Because, lives nine triggers
rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy

(+ soup shouting over)

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