The Sickness J Dilla (Ft. Nas)

[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 nigga
Killin' em off with the rhymes (Yeah), motherfuckin' son of a 9 nigga
If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind niggas
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 niggas 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 shit)
Why check these nigga threat'in the Dee (We walkin')
Most of my niggas been locked down for something, prolly Bitch smackin' niggas not down for nothin'
Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks (Aha)
Out for the lettuce so blow these nuts