Hibernation - K.A.A.N.

Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

God

That undertaker Paul Bearer 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 by, 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 kneepads

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 in 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