The Sickness

[Verse 1: Oh No]

Yeah

I got that sickness, sick shit, sick spit, my sixth sense

Allows me to sic shit, incense them, intent

Killing 'em without imprints, and instinct

I'ma let them dogs bite off like Michael Vick did

Ignant, that boy Oh got flow like magma

Hot lava that grabs ya, crash in ya phantom

Melt down like plasma, residue after

Hip hop ain't dead, I'm the cure for the cancer

I'm about that raw like crack was and that does

People coming back and they act up

Fuck that, get back, homie I'm stacking my chips up

If you don't understand then sick duck

Bitch ass, run that, ay you don't want that outcome

Your outro won't be outdone, I got out

Linked up with Alchemist ready to outgun

Even if they were Sega, they still couldn't outrun the sickness

[Verse 2: The Alchemist]

Press record, don't stop nothing

Been gone for a minute, long time no drop nothing

Back in effect, flyer than first class on a jet

Back on the set, back on the block, back on the steps

Burnin' on the ones and the twos, I'm back on the decks

Pen gripping while I'm sipping cognac with a Beck's

I'm coming out of left, don't count bars, I just rap until I run out of breath

Or till the beat goes off, I pack a party till the street close off

Cool off and let the steam blow off

Lick a shot, let the machines go off

Pull it back and rewind and let the sirens go off

I rock on any rhythm Oh say hop on

I drop bombs, speaking on the track that I'm locked on

I'm bugging out on the stage like Flav with the clocks on

Made 22, no shoes, go through with the socks on

The sickness