Armand Hammer – “Sir Benni Miles” (ft. The Alchemist)

Armand Hammer - Sir Benni Miles (ft. The Alchemist) (prod. The Alchemist) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

American hip hop group, (Billy Woods & Elucid) unveils the visuals to -featured and produced “” track. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Armand Hammer Sir Benni Miles
Armand Hammer Sir Benni Miles

Though admittedly not for everyone, The Alchemist’s latest collaborative album with Armand Hammer is exactly the sort of dark street hip-hop that underground heads have been fiending for. Enter Haram, a grimy odyssey through the minds of three creative expressionists, fueled by strong lyricism and hallucinogenic production. The project kicks off on a particularly striking note, with “Sir Benni Miles” drawing listeners deeper into the hazy world of Billy Woods and Elucid.

“Dreams is dangerous, linger like angel dust, ain’t no angels harboring, ain’t no savin’ us,” spits Billy Woods, his flow somehow dexterous and methodical at the same time. “Ain’t no slaving us, You gon’ need a bigger boat / You gon’ need a smaller ocean, But here’s some more rope.” Elucid steps in for the second verse, firing off a staccato burst of dense lyrics designed for repeat listens. “Workin’ on my posture, I’ma slap box Judge Mathis and Judge Wapner,” he raps. “Hot stuff, crockpot all rocked up, lockstep / Everything for sale except for the scale.”

Armand Hammer – Sir Benni Miles (ft. The Alchemist) (prod. The Alchemist)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Would you gather round please?
Please, hurry up, thank you
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to disturb your dancin’ and enjoyment, but the reason I’m calling you this evening is—

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Dreams is dangerous, linger like angel dust
Ain’t no angels harboring
Ain’t no savin’ us, ain’t no slaving us
You gon’ need a bigger boat
You gon’ need a smaller ocean
But here’s some more rope
Barefoot in the bush burnin’ dope
Kush smoke out my big nose
My favorite game is let’s suppose, let’s suppose
I asked the question just to see it in your face
I already know, the answer never mattered
Every night, he’d drink and piss up the mattress
Kept turnin’ over and backwards ’til he threw it out
Laid on the box spring like a cactus, madness
Some slowly go, some just vanish
Don’t make a promise you can’t keep
Don’t make a keepsake outta grief
I can’t promise anything
It’s pills to help you sleep
It’s ill, but you’re like krill in that cold deep
Alcohol seep out the pores like gills
Air squeeze out the ocean floor
Leviathan swim with open jaw

[Verse 2: ELUCID]
(As many times as you need)
You need permission to have an issue with me
I’m not privy to the stories you live inside
A home of all history, I just bend the rhyme
No mystery, God, deepest look inside
Thick fog in the channel, rando pseudo Rambo, bad camo
Armed to a T as in tango
Let the brains blow
Bald head in Kangol
Televised game show, strange soul, raw scam
I ate a roll in shibasa and hopped up
Workin’ on my posture
I’ma slap box Judge Mathis and Judge Wapner
Hot stuff, crock pot all rocked up, lock step
E’rything for sale except for the scale, props bro
Eight arms at the last grab
Put em on the glass
The number’s fine, but his math’s bad
Guns and butter for king crab
Claws pinchin’ my skin tag
Yo, holler back, black
Brass tacks double for wind bags
Green grass and blue flower
Seaweed snack from Okinawa
Four leaf facts
Don’t be a Weisenheimer

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