The Hip Blues

Sacrilegious since two thousand five

Master's Monkeys

Braggin'n'swaggin', double-time flyin'

To my own surprise I'm writing lines and rhymes

So here it is again, crème de la crème

Another goddamn Monkey Telegram (Freaknik)

And if you feelin' down like a low bro (Yeah)

And ev'rywhere around is a freak show

For you I got some rules of engagement

Words to choose for my verbal abuse (Yeah)

Mixin' up your medicine in the basement

So if you feelin' kinda low 

Do the Hip Blues (Woo)

All you gotta do

Can you hear me mama?

Do the Hip Blues (Okay)

Ain't no crime to do the Hip Blues (Ah)

All you gotta do (Brrr)

Nothin' to lose doin' the Hip Blues

Don't worry

Being slaves to money is not so funny (Haha)

No more ground and lands of milk and honey (Bah)

Self-justifyin' while the poor lay dyin' (What?)

Peace for sale but who's buyin'? (Kill'em)

You know the work will be cut down (Yeah)

Economy grind and slow down (Yes)

Tomorrow you can sleep on a park bench

Still I scuffle the beat with a monkey wrench

And if you feelin' kinda low 

Do the Hip Blues (Woo)

All you gotta do

Can you hear me mama?

Do the Hip Blues

C'mon

Ain't no crime to do the Hip Blues (Yeah)

All you gotta do

Nothin' to lose doin' the Hip Blues

Don't worry

And now what?

Master's Monkeys

I had the blues, yeah

Sacrilegious since two thousand five

I say we're on some new shit

Movin' in a new whip

Lights, cameras and ready for showtime

Need no right doin' the Hip Blues (Yeah)

Need no cash to do the Hip Blues (Yeah)

Need no God doin' the Hip Blues (Ah)

No excuse, just do the Hip Blues

Don't worry

Politicians dressed up as Mr. Clean