Sippin’ ya Bitch/
This shits so rich we don’t need more of this/
Yo I fear for the kids of today with the fibs/
of/
Pop claiming Hip Hop to cash in on sins/
Like churches. I said it. It worsens/
I don’t give a fuck like crack kids in purses/
I’m just tryna chase my buzz through these verses/
And dissect the game like surgeons ‘cos I hurts us/
Shadow warriors watching these things/
There’s weak cross-dressed pawns claiming they’re kings/
The industry makes sex slaves out of queens/
Now the kids want to fuck when they’re barely in their teens/
I’m preaching it seems. If I don’t who will? /
See I come from an era where you floss your skills/
Before your bills, or financial status/
You drop minds to rock minds to make changes/
Now lames is all over the stereo/
And the telly with a weak flow dropping the bar low/
Now every Tom, Dick and Joe wants to be Esco/
But they lack the skill, understanding and dress code/
I just know that this can’t be right/
Some were made for the hustle others born for the mic/
But I really think that there is more to life/
Then this hustle and tussle of a nine to five/
My throat is dry so I be…

Hook:
Sippin’ ya Bitch/
Blunts on the lips/
Hearts on the wrist/
I’m correcting the program
You’re reppin’ a glitch/
You’all hiss talking rich/
While I’m wrecking the pitch/
Like…
I’m Sippin’ ya bitch/
The force under this/
Is of course thunderous/
The Earth splits/
When this mc spits/
With a force so deep that you barely notice/

Your president can’t take this/
Your president can’t take this/
Claim its hate speech/
While you’re sucking on his anus/
Talking that shit like the rich lame and famous/
Claiming that they’re hard when they’re sweet like sugarcane is/
The blame is on those who chose to pose/
As parents ignoring the roles that arose/
And errands that were meant to keep ‘em on their toes/
Karmic Debt exposed as students take loans/
Mad flows riddles with Akashic records/
The spirits in this bitch like a priest who steps toes/
He’s livid with his itch as he sneaks to ghettos/
Cheating on his wife ‘cos he loves the best hoes/
While geckos pose in the church blending in/
Paying him for sin as he takes a deep swim/
Rome fell when Christianity took a swing/
And parted the Empire on belief of a whim/
It’s a funny thing. See I’m…/

Hook