Hibernation

Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 God
 That undertaker pallbearer shit
 Like a shot straight to your larynx
 Got a spot out in Marrakesh
 The rarer shit
 Started in basements in Maryland
 We made that paper grow like Merrill Lynch
 My songs hit like John Lynch
 My aura bright as blond tint
 That Orville Redenbach' pop
 That bidi bop bop
 Te quiero mucho cheese and green box
 We took the scene [?], with clean raps
 The squad is a terror, making 'em (lean back)
 You got some shit I like, I think I need that
 These niggas suck, to get where they at, they using knee-pads
 Recycling bullshit, the same content but it's re-rap
 My shit penetrate your cranium and wave cap
 I never took a day off
 The god and I really feel like I can say that
 So many flows, had to use a new one to show I'm nuanced
 A project a month 'cause bar none is more than a bar gone
 Niggas disrespect, we come through and bomb like Saigon and Vietnam
 Sound the alarm
 In this game of kings, queens, these niggas all are pawns
 My mode I'm moving down the autobahn running an audible
 I muted the bullshit, no longer audible, the flow is soluble
 The school of hard knocks, we was on on the honor roll
 The [?] chronicles, adjust your bi-focals
 This dirty game can get under your skin and cuticles
 The root of all evil will make a nigga cut his own blood off
 With a hacksaw, for more dough
 Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 God
 I never took a day off