[erick sermon]

Oh.. yeahhuhh!

Def squad



Chorus: erick sermon



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

(pump pumplickin shots)



[erick sermon]

Aiyyo it's the master rap maniaccomin fat like dat

That's my habitatwith the funk track

From the boondockswhen I rocks my styles out the docks

Who who?  I hear someone knockin at my door

It must be soupa black human bein

I think it's about time for y'all to see him



[soup]

Sometimes I get blindsided with the flowI never know

They yell hoeassumin the motions of a cool flow

Notions of a coolit's the sohhhhhh

Never come testnoooooooocause even the best'll have to

Go out with the restnestea and a bag of sess for me

AckninckulousI kill the weeds in my chest



[erick sermon]

Back on the reboundit's the magnificents funkdullah

Old schoolermore sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah

Freakin wicked so it sticks in your dome

On the chrome microphone so I take it home

Don't neglectjust respectthe mic check

Don't forgetI still snap necks and come correct

I leave the microphone burnin (burnin)

Green eyed banditmy ? full name is erick sermon



[soup]

Erick sermonsermon with the preaching

I'm fuckin up people's heads without speakingwithout speaking

Clearlyloudlyniggaz crowd around the speaker

To hear me freak thenote like tamika

But sweetersixty phonetasneaker if you

Peep thejams and you reap the fields

With the roots and uhmy name is soupand uh

I flow like orange juice or tropicanaand uh



Chorus



[erick sermon]

Breaker breakershhI hear some static

Stop and get my automaticthe rusty one from the attic

And shootor be killedand if I ill I might cause

A bloodspill so I have to chill and get

Totally disgusting on the microphone

Whyyyyyyyyybecause it's onnnnn (it's onit's on)

It's on (it's onit's onit's onit's on!!)



[soup]

The industry is a trickand everyone is on the dick

A cheap trickjust like ? like ? 

I peep iteveryonewants me to sound like

A ?I'm dyinbefore I get up from behind

It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my mind

Drink and trust - blindthink and trust - mynine

Becausenine lives nine triggers

Fine rhymes equal the nine figures

Yeah the cold cashI hold a bold stash

Yeah pockets next to my nineteen year old ass

YeahGod bless the child with his own

God bless the roots and outsiders who zone

Motherfuckers capsget bucked in the dome

Lick a shotin his mad packed crazy chrome



Chorus (+ soup shouting over)



[soup]

Like thatbut it's all words

Words can kill more pensthan gunsand friends

And foesGod knowsI chose the pros

That rosestill froze-nchose-nyou

S-o-u and the per-i-c-k

Erick sermonkickin a rhyme this way

Yeah! it's all inyour mind

It's all inmy mind

It's all inmy mind..