HOOK:
yo my government is Hennessy, we are not the same
kid that stuff up in ya cup, that's my motherfucking name
yo my government is Hennessy, we are not the same
kid that bottle you been swigging that's my motherfucking name
got the young ones singing, Dunes the dudes who been slinging
all the real hip hop kid they got the bells ringing
people talking about some new kids - they're all the same
yo my government is Hennessy, my motherfuckin name
VERSE 1
I'm killing mics while I'm hype and making verbiage ignite
my mind's spite, drunk tight, kid I just might bite
gripping dimes with might that make a clip take flight
belovedest, dumbest, mad rugged yo the kid sounds nice
~heh~ yo, I'm not the average savage
drinking in the street with all the creeps was a right of passage
while we twisted up the cabbage, mad ravaged, adages
were coming out our mouths, like we're well travelled kid
yo we never had allowances, or spreadsheet balances
studied up on math and shit, said fuck it got a talent kid
spitting on the mic, after drinking till I'm tight, dipping fights,
sucking smoke until I feel allright, kid that was last night
hip hop gave me life, yo I got a couple gripes
kid these bastards waste their breath on mics
we rock the cold prose, candy for your nose glow
brandy down the throat yo the kid sounds nice
HOOK
VERSE 2
incredible, his verbiage mad respectable, commendable
in tangent to the violence in his head, its reprimandable
mechanicals can otherwise eviscerate a mandible,
Hannibal this elephant's a mad savage animal
yo did I stammer dude? ya must have puffed a gram or two
this grammer takes a hammer splits a wig until that shits in two
fuck you - fuck ya whole crew too, not for nothing,
this something that you just can't damn do,
keep the glitz the gold, and the diamonds too
Sam the Sham and Dunes we want the ring dang doo
tie ya fucking shoes, bust a motherfucking move
skip town like a needle when it hops a dusty ass groove
shit's crazy, hazy gas face fuck's lazy
drank and blazed a bit, and now I feel a little wavvy
bucks think they're tough, I know people outta food,
with some choice words nice folks call crude