Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def squad
Chorus：erick sermon
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, lickin shots)
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
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
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
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
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!!)
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)
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..
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:09.45]Oh.. yeahhuhh!
[00:09.60]Def squad
[00:10.71]Chorus：erick sermon
[00:13.56]It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
[00:19.83](pump pump, lickin shots)
[00:21.30][erick sermon]
[00:26.43]Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
[00:29.82]That's my habitat, with the funk track
[00:32.19]From the boondocks, when i rocks my styles out the docks
[00:35.04]Who who? i hear someone knockin at my door
[00:37.74]It must be soup, a black human bein
[00:40.23]I think it's about time for y'all to see him
[00:41.67][soup]
[00:41.88]Sometimes i get blindsided with the flow, i never know
[00:44.97]They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
[00:47.43]Notions of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
[00:49.83]Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
[00:52.08]Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
[00:55.50]Ackninckulous, i kill the *************s in my chest
[00:56.94][erick sermon]
[00:57.60]Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents funkdullah
[01:00.84]Old schooler, more sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
[01:03.51]Freakin wicked so it sticks in your dome
[01:05.61]On the chrome microphone so i take it home
[01:08.58]Don't neglect, just respect, the mic check
[01:10.89]Don't forget, i still snap necks and come correct
[01:13.80]I leave the microphone burnin (burnin)
[01:15.90]Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon
[01:18.54][soup]
[01:18.72]Erick sermon, sermon with the preaching
[01:20.97]I'm ************* up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
[01:23.70]Clearly, loudly, *************z crowd around the speaker
[01:26.94]To hear me freak the, note like tamika
[01:29.07]But sweeter, sixty phoneta, sneaker if you
[01:31.92]Peep the, jams and you reap the fields
[01:34.02]With the roots and uh, my name is soup, and uh
[01:36.99]I flow like orange juice or tropicana, and uh
[01:41.88]Chorus
[01:43.92][erick sermon]
[02:00.21]Breaker breaker, shh, i hear some static
[02:02.25]Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
[02:05.55]And shoot, or be killed, and if i ill i might cause
[02:08.58]A bloodspill so i have to chill and get
[02:10.98]Totally disgusting on the microphone
[02:13.14]Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
[02:15.09]It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)
[02:16.02][soup]
[02:20.46]The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the *************
[02:23.31]A cheap trick, just like ? like ?
[02:26.55]I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound like
[02:29.16]A ?, i'm dyin, before i get up from behind
[02:31.77]It's cru*************n up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
[02:34.41]Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
[02:37.74]Because, nine lives nine triggers
[02:39.96]Fine rhymes equal the nine figures
[02:41.85]Yeah the cold cash, i hold a bold stash
[02:44.34]Yeah pockets next to my nineteen year old ass
[02:47.01]Yeah, god bless the child with his own
[02:49.35]God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
[02:52.11]Mother******s caps, get bucked in the dome
[02:54.54]Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome
[02:56.97]Chorus (+ soup shouting over)
[02:57.51][soup]
[02:57.69]Like that, but it's all words
[03:00.81]Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
[03:04.65]And foes, god knows, i chose the pros
[03:07.44]That rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you
[03:12.00]S-o-u and the p, e, r-i-c-k
[03:16.38]Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
[03:19.71]Yeah! it's all in, your mind
[03:21.48]It's all in, my mind
[03:26.04]It's all in, my mind..
📝
纯歌词版本
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def squad
Chorus：erick sermon
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, lickin shots)
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
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
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
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
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!!)
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)
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..
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:09.45]Oh.. yeahhuhh!
[00:09.60]Def squad
[00:10.71]Chorus：erick sermon
[00:13.56]It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
[00:19.83](pump pump, lickin shots)
[00:21.30][erick sermon]
[00:26.43]Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
[00:29.82]That's my habitat, with the funk track
[00:32.19]From the boondocks, when i rocks my styles out the docks
[00:35.04]Who who? i hear someone knockin at my door
[00:37.74]It must be soup, a black human bein
[00:40.23]I think it's about time for y'all to see him
[00:41.67][soup]
[00:41.88]Sometimes i get blindsided with the flow, i never know
[00:44.97]They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
[00:47.43]Notions of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
[00:49.83]Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
[00:52.08]Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
[00:55.50]Ackninckulous, i kill the *************s in my chest
[00:56.94][erick sermon]
[00:57.60]Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents funkdullah
[01:00.84]Old schooler, more sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
[01:03.51]Freakin wicked so it sticks in your dome
[01:05.61]On the chrome microphone so i take it home
[01:08.58]Don't neglect, just respect, the mic check
[01:10.89]Don't forget, i still snap necks and come correct
[01:13.80]I leave the microphone burnin (burnin)
[01:15.90]Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon
[01:18.54][soup]
[01:18.72]Erick sermon, sermon with the preaching
[01:20.97]I'm ************* up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
[01:23.70]Clearly, loudly, *************z crowd around the speaker
[01:26.94]To hear me freak the, note like tamika
[01:29.07]But sweeter, sixty phoneta, sneaker if you
[01:31.92]Peep the, jams and you reap the fields
[01:34.02]With the roots and uh, my name is soup, and uh
[01:36.99]I flow like orange juice or tropicana, and uh
[01:41.88]Chorus
[01:43.92][erick sermon]
[02:00.21]Breaker breaker, shh, i hear some static
[02:02.25]Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
[02:05.55]And shoot, or be killed, and if i ill i might cause
[02:08.58]A bloodspill so i have to chill and get
[02:10.98]Totally disgusting on the microphone
[02:13.14]Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
[02:15.09]It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)
[02:16.02][soup]
[02:20.46]The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the *************
[02:23.31]A cheap trick, just like ? like ?
[02:26.55]I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound like
[02:29.16]A ?, i'm dyin, before i get up from behind
[02:31.77]It's cru*************n up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
[02:34.41]Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
[02:37.74]Because, nine lives nine triggers
[02:39.96]Fine rhymes equal the nine figures
[02:41.85]Yeah the cold cash, i hold a bold stash
[02:44.34]Yeah pockets next to my nineteen year old ass
[02:47.01]Yeah, god bless the child with his own
[02:49.35]God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
[02:52.11]Mother******s caps, get bucked in the dome
[02:54.54]Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome
[02:56.97]Chorus (+ soup shouting over)
[02:57.51][soup]
[02:57.69]Like that, but it's all words
[03:00.81]Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
[03:04.65]And foes, god knows, i chose the pros
[03:07.44]That rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you
[03:12.00]S-o-u and the p, e, r-i-c-k
[03:16.38]Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
[03:19.71]Yeah! it's all in, your mind
[03:21.48]It's all in, my mind
[03:26.04]It's all in, my mind..