- Erick Sermon All In The Mind 歌詞
- Erick Sermon
- Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def squad
Chorus：erick sermon
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, lickin shots)
[erick sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the funk track
From the boondocks, when i rocks my styles out the docks
Who who ? i hear someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black human bein
I think it's about time for y'all to see him
[soup]
Sometimes i get blindsided with the flow, i never know
They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, i kill the *************s in my chest
[erick sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, more 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 neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, i still snap necks and come correct
I leave the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon
[soup]
Erick sermon, sermon with the preaching
I'm ************* up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly , loudly, *************z crowd around the speaker
To hear me freak the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, sneaker if you
Peep the , jams and you reap the fields
With the roots and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow like orange juice or tropicana, and uh
Chorus
[erick sermon]
Breaker breaker, shh, i hear some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if i ill i might cause
A bloodspill so i have to chill and get
Totally disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on ( it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)
[soup]
The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the *************
A cheap trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ?, i'm dyin, before i get up from behind
It's cru***** ********n up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, i hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, god bless the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
Mother******s caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome
Chorus (+ soup shouting over)
[soup]
Like that, but it's all words
Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
And foes, god knows, i chose the pros
That rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you
S-o-u and the p, e, r-i-c-k
Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, your mind
It's all in, my mind
It's all in, my mind..
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