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[erick
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def

erick sermon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(+ soup shouting over)

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