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letra de eh, $#!7 - hermi7 khalfani

[verse 1: cashmoneychip]

sipping on a yoo-hoo and reflecting ’bout the come up with my brethren
holding it down for my section
this is life, this is life
got one chance to get it right
they say don’t blow it my n-gga cause you was chosen my n-gga
this divine intervention with rhymes in suspension
with the authentic pen strokes that’s gon’ take me and my kinfolk
to the discussion of who’s the greatest
not concerned with your favorite
cause your favorite’s album don’t equate to one joint in my playlist
i took time off and i waited, but i’ve run out of patience
like god fell through and healed the sick, i ain’t looking for no deal and sh-t
just giving you the realest sh-t, that your ears could ever hear and sh-t
i’m touching y’all so feel this sh-t, diggable slim got that dilla sh-t
chip got that pink mink, k!lla sh-t
you know, that who iller sh-t?
that lil’ b brangdangdang, forreala sh-t, that gorilla sh-t!
and herm got the knowledge of a seven percenter
and that combined takes out each and every contender and we’ll–

[verse 2: hermi7 khalfani]
eh, sh-t
yo, cashmoneychip in the booth
diggable slim on the track
and elijah reign on the mix
and we come to have a good time with y’all
7arc!
look check

so long to losers infecting the truest music
the syllables kicked are fluent
i fuse the mic with my movements
cast the stone on the ruler
a druid whom they’re accusing of alchemy in my usage
a mutant hangin’ to mutiny (praise god)
death to m-ss scrutiny, my n-ggas keep it so fluid g
barrage is on, don’t involve that sick mirage you on
got dreams like olajuwon (swish!) plotting to see which side you on
a black rebel (praise jah), shabazz pushin’ the gas pedal
people’s never settled, my honor deserves a medal
it’s best that you never meddle, the seven mob (seven b-tch!) without the metal
hot out the kettle, like nestle with tea nettles
they basing, i skip the pebbles and ascend to a higher level n-gga (praise allah)

[verse 3: cashmoneychip]

i’m natty dread, so hair be napped! (napped)
ain’t quite there yet, but f-ck it, air beats nair
do i change to spare?
nah, i ain’t got change to spare
but i got game to spare, i got game to spare
check my compositions, there’s some change in there
what if i told you, you was old news?
and i, myself, can hit the front page with my pen pad and pro-tools
in a matter of time, nineteen, but it feel like ya man in his prime
young n-ggas run everything under the sun
should’ve known cashmoney could handle the grind
from the city of parades and nines in hand
n-ggas ten years old with nines in hand
taking 7arc to the promise land i promise man, that’s my promise man
feel this or take cover (or take cover)
raw dog, this ain’t no rubber (this ain’t no rubber)
and you must be out your mind b-tch (biyotch!)
if you think my set ain’t bumping
my constructive sk!lls have allowed me to build with my two brothers
and i’m beast coastin’ this sh-t, even though it is too southern
but i–
3rd coa$t!

- hermi7 khalfani

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