J Dilla – ft. The Sickness Lyrics

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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

(Verse 1 – Nas)
I got the MJ disease cause MCs wanna be me
If I spit anything it’s gonna be heat
Chamilladog a one of a kind ni**a
Killing em all with the rhymes, motherf**king son of a 9 ni**a
If I pull a chain out in the sun it’ll blind ni**as
First name that come to your mind when you think of hardcore
Taking cuts when to the front of the dime
I break em up, feel em, up and they firing, take em up
The city of G’s, the haters, and better
The switches and D’s, the haters and rudder
My ni**as running the streets, they ready J Dilla
They roll with every
And most carry so be ready to bleed if the dog sh*t
My ni**a…we walking
Both of my ni**as…prolly bi**h macking ni**as now
Nothing got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks
I put a lettuce and blow these nuts

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(Verse 2 – Nas)
Everybody’s not going, getting
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
Suited and booted, ni**as might have heard I was lost
You might have considered your source
I try to play it cool, show people that I can chill
Some wealthy people take me serious and on the real
Hoping I’m clubbing in Shanghai
I ain’t step inside this
Silicon Valley every two months
On private jet, I’m venture capital ni**a
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
Fronting, I’ve never been in my D’s, not even creased yet
But I bet out in Greece I get that respect