Master's Monkeys - 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
Turnin' out low down, dirty and mean (Sick)
Homeboy, just between me and you (You)
I don't give a fuck what people gonna do
I sherlock-holmes the situation, deep complication 
Into a three hundred miles per hour inflation
We titanic to hell with organic misuse
Like the walking dead on a holiday cruise
Crazy, let's go!

But if you feelin' kinda low 
Do the Hip Blues (Woo)
All you gotta do
Can you hear me mama?
Do the Hip Blues (Yeah)
All you gotta do
Ain't no crime to do the Hip Blues (Woo)
All you gotta do (Yo)
Nothin' to lose doin' the Hip Blues
Don't worry
Hey man

Need no right doin' the Hip Blues
Need no cash to do the Hip Blues
Need no god doin' the Hip Blues
No excuse, just do the Hip Blues

Written by:
Paul Aka Kessler

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