Sip Slow - Joell Ortiz

Extra, extra

Read all about me

That’s what y’all might as well say, man

I see you, man

You ain’t rootin' for me

You’re watchin' me

I’m flattered, though

I’m probably one of the illest in the flesh with writtens

Various letters that connect with rhythms

Boy, don’t be the next victim, I delivers with Gillette precision

You get popped like razor bumps all on your neck for itchin'

Try to come for the title, not your best decision

I put them Nikes on Ice, yeah, you get checked for slippin'

I’m number one when that number two pencil lead twistin', no lie

No whole wheat and no rye, I’m bred different

Been nice a long time, just in case you forgot

I don’t care where you get your cut, they say my name in that shop

I don’t care where the beat drop, I lay some flames and it pop

My pens dropped baddest thoughts, look like they make us a lot

I don’t make records that the radio be playin' a lot

But that’s cool, chain still weighin' a lot, I’m on the way to my spot

In the Benz truck, just bought my lady the drop

Haters watch as we him and her Mercedes the lot

I heard through the grapevine ain’t worried 'bout mine

Ain’t got nobody else business to mind?

Do you, I’ll be fine like the taste of this wine

You don’t see me takin' my time?

Sip slow, homie

Yeah, enjoy the show

Sip slow, homie

I’m watchin' 'em watch me, they sloppy, could never copy the papi

They do some pretty good renditions, but they not me

You’re actually one world away, how you gon' stop me

When I’m cruisin' at a Mach 3 on moves with Annunakis

I’m cool where life got me, I’m way above that block poppin' Roxies

But still below duckin' paparazzis

And the flow?

Well, that keeps me kinda cocky, I’m nice

The feature price five dice, on these mics screamin' «Yahtzee»

Y’all worried about mine, quick question, what is you up to?

Me?

I’m makin' music with the idols that I grew up to

On stages in true blues, Jet Blues to Ws with cool views

Feel like a baby owl, who knew

Michelle’s only son that sold crack in that circle’ll

Be the same kid with gold plaques and commercials

'Cause he can really rap, no trap, no commercial

But this ain’t me verse you, don’t take it personal

I heard through the grapevine ain’t worried 'bout mine

Ain’t got nobody else business to mind?

Do you, I’ll be fine like the taste of this wine

You don’t see me takin' my time?

Sip slow, homie

Yeah, enjoy the show

Sip slow, homie