The Sickness (feat. Nas)

It's the sickness

I got the MJ disease 'cause MCs wanna be me

If I spit anything, it's gonna be heat

'Cause Dilla Dog a one of a kind, ****

Killin' em off with the rhyme, a motherfuckin' son of a nine, ****

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

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

Takin' cuts to the front of the line

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

The city of Gs, the gators and gutter

The switches and Ds, the haters and murder

My **** 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)

Why check these ****, bra in the D, we walkin'

Most of my **** been locked down for something

Probably bitch-smackin' ****, knocked down for nothing

Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks

Out for the lettuce, so blow these nuts

It's the sickness

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

**** mighta 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 capitol, ****, 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 Maldives, tell 'em Nas said peace

I'm frontin', I've never been to Maldives, not even Greece yet

But I bet out in Greece, I get that respect

Yeah, you's a sick bitch

Rough draft, motherfuckers