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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

Chorus: sermon

It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, shots)

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

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

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

Erick sermon, sermon the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without
Clearly, loudly, niggaz around the speaker
To me freak the, note like 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 like juice or tropicana, and uh

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I 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
disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because onnnnn (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 behind
It's crushin up the of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my,
Because, nine nine triggers
Fine equal the nine figures
Yeah the cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy

Chorus (+ 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
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..