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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 rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the track
From the boondocks, when I my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear knockin at my door
It be soup, a black human bein
I think it's about for y'all to see him

Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I know
They hoe, assumin the motions 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, nestea and a bag of for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my

sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents
Old schooler, more sole/soul than dr.
Freakin 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 correct
I leave the burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? name is erick sermon

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

[erick
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some
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
Totally on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, it's onnnnn (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 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
crushin up the rush 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 cold cash, I hold a bold
Yeah pockets next to my year old ass
Yeah, God bless the with his own
God bless the roots and who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get in the dome
a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome

Chorus (+ shouting over)

Like that, but all words
Words can kill 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
It's all in, my
all in, my mind..