Erick Sermon Do It Up lyrics

Oh, yeah, Def Squad

It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots

It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
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 being
I think, it's about time for y'all to see him

Sometimes, I get blind sided with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin' the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, it's the S, oh, never come test, no
'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

Back on the rebound, it's the magnificent funkdullah
Old schooler, more soul than Dr. Scholl
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' green eyed bandit
My [unverified] full name is Erick Sermon

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 my name is Soup
And I flow like orange juice or Tropicana, and

It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots


It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots

Breaker breaker, I hear some static stop
And get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot or be killed and if I kill
I might cause a blood spill, so I have to chill
And get totally disgusting on the microphone
Why? Because it's on, it's on

The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like [unverified] like [unverified]
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound like a [unverified]
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 ass

Yeah, God bless the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot in his mad packed crazy chrome

It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots

It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots
It's all in the mind, pump, pump lickin' shots
Pump, pump lickin' shots

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 frozen, chosen, you, Sou and the Perick, 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