The Sickness

[Produced by Madlib]

[Chorus: J Dilla]

Uh, uh, it's the sickness!

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

(Oh) Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oooh

[Verse 1: J Dilla]

I got the MJ disease, 'cause MC's wanna be me

If I spit anything it's gonna be heat

'Cause Dilla Dawg a one of a kind nigga

Killin' em off with the rhymes (Yeah), motherfuckin' son of a 9 nigga

If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind niggas

First thing that come to your mind when you think of (Hardcore)

Takin' cuts to the front of the nine

I break blunts, fill 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs

The city of G's, the gaters, and gutter

The switches and D's, the haters and murder (Uh)

My niggas runnin' the streets, they ready to eat (Uh)

And roll heavy, deep in Chevys and Jeeps

And most carry so be ready to bleed if you (Talk shit)

Why check these nigga threat'in the Dee (We walkin')

Most of my niggas been locked down for something, prolly Bitch smackin' niggas not down for nothin'

Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks (Aha)

Out for the lettuce so blow these nuts

[Chorus: J Dilla]

Uh, uh, uh, it's the sickness!

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Turn it up, uh)

Uh, uh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Nas]

Yo, everybody's not gon' get me, they mad 'cause they can't accept me

They try to hex me, especially those who never rose

They want better clothes and nicer lives, I don't have an ego

I go harder than average people, plus I got twice the drive

Suited and booted, niggas might have heard I was lost

You might wanna consider your source

I try to play it cool, show people that I can chill

So wealthy people take me serious and know I'm real

Open a club up in Shanghai, I ain't step inside yet

Silicon Valley every two months on private jet, I'm venture capital nigga

Read it how I invest, I'm in the trade so much

The Wall Street Journal, but I don't flex or front too much

It's too early to serve you, I'd rather curve you

This ain't just rap, this facts, I'm in places, I shock faces cause they don't see black

So if you're ever in malaise tell 'em Nas said peace

Frontin', I've never been in Maldives, not even Greece yet

But I bet out in Greece I get that respect

[Chorus: J Dilla]

Uh, uh, uh, it's the sickness!

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Turn it up, uh)

Uh, uh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Outro]

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