Sick Jaga

Okay I told motherfuckers I was sicker than rickets
Quick rising up like I'm blood that's iron deficient
Imma get off, spit hot until I'm blue in theface
So when I get off stage I don't have to listen to crickets

I switch flows with a flick of the wrist
Talking in two directions call it lickety-split
Y'all sound unsound that's some rickety spit
My sound make crowd pound ground when they listen

Man it sound like a battle cry from the back to the front
I'm passing a blunt they don't bat an eye 'cause I'm classic as fuck
Got a bag and a cup never satisfied, never passing the buck
I'm stacking 'em up on a salary I'm a samurai in the cut

I don't kill nothing, always suicide or sepukku
Nobody wants the hands so they'll probably decide to voodoo
Nobody understands in the circumstance what would you do
No need to answer, just know people counting on me like Duku

It's episodic I'm snapping my neck like I'm epileptic
I step inside of my mind and eject an entire lexicon
I ain't flexing Im flaccid and still impressing 'em passive
Y'all pressing pills in the passenger seat to push at the festival

Rest of 'em rest in peace, drop a bomb on abomination
JAGA uncommon the combination, why he so raw and so patient?
I got a dream in the lowest common denomination on paper
I'm like cocaine traces on my proliferation