What Sick Is

[Johnny Hip Hop]

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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