The Sickness lyrics

[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 n*gga
Killin' em off with the rhymes (Yeah), 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 (Uh)
My n*ggas 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 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 (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, 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
[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]
Ruff Draft, motherf*ckers