[erick Oh.. yeahhuhh! Def
Chorus: erick
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x* (pump pump, shots)
sermon] Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, fat like dat my habitat, with the funk track From the boondocks, when I rocks my out the docks Who who? I hear someone at my door It must be soup, a black human I think it's about for y'all to see him
Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I never They yell hoe, the motions 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, 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, more than dr. scholl-ah Freakin wicked so it sticks in dome On the chrome so I take it home Don't neglect, respect, the mic check Don't forget, I still snap necks and come I leave the burnin (burnin) Green eyed bandit, my ? name is erick sermon
Erick sermon, sermon the preaching 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, jams and you reap the 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 one from the attic And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause A bloodspill so I 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 is a trick, and everyone is on the dick A cheap trick, just ? like ? I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound 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 nine Fine rhymes equal the nine 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 roots and outsiders who Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy
Chorus (+ shouting over)
Like that, but all words Words can more pens, than guns, and friends And foes, God knows, I chose the rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you S-o-u and the p, e, Erick sermon, a rhyme this way Yeah! all in, your mind It's all in, my all in, my mind..