EPMD
EPMD - All in The Mind lyrics
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[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..