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Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

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

sermon]
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 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 flow
Notions of a cool, it's the s,
Never come test, noooooooo, cause the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my

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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 chrome microphone so I take it
neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I snap necks and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is sermon

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, phoneta, sneaker 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

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Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
Stop and get my automatic, the one from 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, it's on, it's on, on!!)

The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A cheap trick, just ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
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 the nine figures
the cold cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the child his own
God the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

(+ soup shouting over)

Like that, but it's all
Words can more pens, than guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I chose the
That rose, froze-n, chose-n, you
and the p, e, r-i-c-k
Erick sermon, a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..