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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

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

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, it's the s,
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the 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, it's the funkdullah
Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it sticks in your
On the microphone so I take it home
neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap necks and come
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is sermon

Erick sermon, with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, note 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 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 might
A so I have to chill and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and is on the dick
A trick, just like ? 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, think and trust - my,
Because, nine nine triggers
Fine rhymes the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen old ass
Yeah, God bless the with his own
God bless the roots and who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

Like that, but all words
Words can more 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,
sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, your
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..