Hermi7 Khalfani - Eh, $#!7 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 nigga cause you was chosen my nigga
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 shit
Just giving you the realest shit, that your ears could ever hear and shit
I'm touching y'all so feel this shit, Diggable Slim got that Dilla shit
Chip got that pink mink, Killa shit
You know, that who iller shit?
That Lil' B brangdangdang, forreala shit, that gorilla shit!
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, shit
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 mass scrutiny, my niggas 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 bitch!) without the metal
Hot out the kettle, like Nestle with tea nettles
They basing, I skip the pebbles and ascend to a higher level nigga (praise Allah)


[Verse 3: CashMoneyChip]

I'm natty dread, so hair be napped! (napped)
Ain't quite there yet, but fuck 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 niggas run everything under the sun
Should've known CashMoney could handle the grind
From the city of parades and nines in hand
Niggas 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 bitch (biyotch!)
If you think my set ain't bumping
My constructive skills have allowed me to build with my two brothers
And I'm beast coastin' this shit, even though it is too Southern
But I--
3rd Coa$t!