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 weeds in my chest
[Erick Sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, more solesoul 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 fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz 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 automat
