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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

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

sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat dat
That's my habitat, with the track
From the boondocks, when I rocks my out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my
It must be soup, a black bein
I think it's time for y'all to see him

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

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

Erick sermon, sermon with the
I'm fuckin up people's heads speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd the speaker
To hear me freak the, note tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, if you
the, jams 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 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, it's onnnnn (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 cheap trick, like ? 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 in my mind
Drink and - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine nine triggers
Fine rhymes the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen old ass
Yeah, God the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who
caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed chrome

Chorus (+ soup over)

Like that, but it's all
Words can kill more pens, guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I the pros
That rose, froze-n, chose-n, you
S-o-u and the p, e,
sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, mind
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..