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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 master rap maniac, fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the funk
From the boondocks, when I rocks my out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
It be soup, a black human bein
I think it's about time for to see him

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

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

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

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

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the
A cheap trick, like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to like
A ? , I'm dyin, I get up from behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my
Drink and trust - blind, think and - my, nine
Because, lives nine triggers
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 and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad crazy chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

Like that, but all words
Words can kill more pens, 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..