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J. Dilla

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Sickness Lyrics - J. Dilla

[Hook] 

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 

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 nigga 

Killin' em off with the rhymes, 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 line 

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 rudder 

My niggas 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 shit 

My (?) nigga (?) 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 

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 goin', gettin' 

They mad because 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 

Hopin' I'm clubbin' in Shanghai 

I ain't step inside this 

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 shop places they don't see black 

So if you're ever in my league tell 'em Nas and Dilla 

Frontin', I've never been in my D's, not even creased yet 

But I bet out in Greece I get that respect 

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