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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 the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, the funk track
From the boondocks, when I my styles out the docks
Who I hear someone knockin at my door
It be soup, a black human bein
I it's about time for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin the of a cool flow
of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my

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

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm fuckin up heads 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, and you reap the fields
the roots and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow like orange 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, because it's (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
A cheap trick, just ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from
It's up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, and trust - my, nine
Because, lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the figures
Yeah the cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the child his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

Chorus (+ shouting 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
S-o-u and the p, e,
sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..