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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

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

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

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

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

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

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I cause
A bloodspill so I have to and get
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, on)
It's on (it's on, on, it's on, it's on!!)

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
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
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, nine lives triggers
Fine rhymes equal the figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a stash
pockets next 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 packed chrome

(+ soup 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, kickin a this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
all in, my mind
all in, my mind..