Diggable Slim - Eh, $#!7 lyrics

[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***a cause you was chosen my n***a 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** Just giving you the realest sh**, that your ears could ever hear and sh** I'm touching y'all so feel this sh**, Diggable Slim got that Dilla sh** Chip got that pink mink, k**a sh** You know, that who iller sh**? That Lil' B brangdangdang, forreala sh**, that gorilla sh**! 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** 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) d**h to ma** scrutiny, my n***as 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**h!) 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***a (praise Allah) [Verse 3: CashMoneyChip] I'm natty dread, so hair be napped! (napped) Ain't quite there yet, but f** 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***as run everything under the sun Should've known CashMoney could handle the grind From the city of parades and nines in hand n***as 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**h (biyotch!) If you think my set ain't bumping My constructive sk**s have allowed me to build with my two brothers And I'm beast coastin' this sh**, even though it is too Southern But I-- 3rd Coa$t!