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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

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

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the rap maniac, comin fat like dat
my habitat, with the funk track
From the boondocks, when I my styles out the docks
Who who? I someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black human
I think it's about for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get with the flow, I never 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, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my

[erick
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
Old schooler, sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I it home
Don't neglect, respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap and come correct
I the microphone burnin (burnin)
eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon

Erick sermon, with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the
To hear me the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
Peep the, and you reap the fields
With the and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I like orange juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
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 so I have to chill and get
Totally disgusting on the
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's (it's on, it's on)
on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)

The is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from
It's crushin up the of the rhyme in my mind
and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen old ass
Yeah, God bless the child his own
God bless the roots and who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy

(+ soup shouting over)

Like that, but all words
can kill 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, kickin a this way
Yeah! it's all in, your
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..