Ya'll don't know what sick is. I know what sick is
It ain't having a cold, NO... it ain't a sickness
It's a plague from the stars. It infects ya scripts when
you scribble lead into bars and then you spit rediculous shit
Recite what you are, your scars and mix this
With a beat, ooh wee, now that shit's rediculous
The sicker the better, you want AIDS to fear it
Metaphorically speaking, not litteraly for you stupid dim wits
(just kidding)
Keep up, ka ka keep up (stutter) , while I take you on a journey
Take notes and be glad that you're finally learning something
I keep the party jumping, I bring the beat to life
I'll resurrect the game after I kill it, do it thrice
Predict the future like a psychic
Give it to you straight, you can love it or just like it
Can't respect the haters but I know they gonna come around
Soon as I blow up, watch em dap me like they were always down
But I float when I strut so it all rolls under my feet
I compete and I'll admit defeat, if I am ever defeated
But...
I just don't believe it can happen
I'm too good at this rapping
It's like folding a napkin
Nothing 2 it
I don't even need pratice
You shouldn't talk crap unless your ready to eat it
That's right swallow, do like Michael and prepare to beat it
And go Jack-some/Jackson where like a virgin and beat it
Like Ike did Tina just beat it
Rodney King it, and beat it
Once again don't talk shit unless your ready to eat it
And don't cry for GOD unless your ready to see him
But if you are tryna reach your creator
Holla atcha boy...
I can help you meet your maker
Real Talk
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