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[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!