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Soup - All in the Mind lyrics

[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, a**umin 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 k** the weeds 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 f**in up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, n***as 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
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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 k**ed, 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 dick
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 crushin 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 a**
Yeah, God bless the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherf**ers 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 k** 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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