The Sickness lyrics

by

Pete Rock


[Produced by Madlib]

[Hook]
Uh, uh, it's the sickness uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: J Dilla]
I got the MJ disease cause MCs wanna be me
If I spit anything it's gonna be heat
Cause Dilla Dawg a one of a kind n*gga
Killin' em off with the rhymes, motherf*ckin' son of a 9 n*gga
If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind n*ggas
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
My n*ggas runnin' the streets, they ready to eat
And roll heavy, deep in Chevys and Jeeps
And most carry so be ready to bleed if you talk sh*t
Why check these n*gga threat'in the Dee, we walkin'
Most of my n*ggas been locked down for something, prolly b*tch smackin' n*ggas not down for nothin'
Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks
Out for the lettuce so blow these nuts

[Hook]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2: Nas]
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, n*ggas 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 n*gga
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

[Outro]
Ruff draft, motherf*ckers
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