The Sickness

[Oh No] Yeah I got that sickness, sick shit Sick spit, my sixth sense allows me to sic shit Incense them, intent Killing 'em without imprints, and instinct I'ma let them dogs bite off like Michael Vick did Ignant, that boy Oh got flow like magma Hot lava that grabs ya, crash in ya phantom Melt down like plasma, residue after Hip hop ain't dead, I'm the cure for the cancer I'm about that raw like crack was and that does People coming back and they act up Fuck that, get back, homie I'm stacking my chips up If you don't understand then sick duck Bitch ass, run that, ay you don't want that outcome Your outro won't be outdone I got out, linked up with Alchemist Ready to outgun, even if they were Sega they still couldn't outrun The sickness [Alchemist] Press record, don't stop nothing Been gone for a minute, long time no drop nothing Back in effect, flyer than first class on a jet Back on the set, back on the block, back on the steps Burnin' on the ones and the twos, I'm back on the decks Pen gripping while I'm sipping cognac with a Beck's I'm coming out of left, don't count bars, I just rap until I run out of breath Or till the beat goes off, I pack a party till the street close off Cool off and let the steam blow off Lick a shot, let the machines go off Pull it back and rewind and let the sirens go off I rock on any rhythm Oh say hop on I drop bombs, speaking on the track that I'm locked on I'm bugging out on the stage like Flav with the clocks on Made 22, no shoes, go through with the socks on The sickness