[intro] Doctor I got a problem. I got a Slip disc.. of instrumentals into this cd player and show you how sick I am.. ill as fuck yo I might throw up.. the set I'm at tempature of 101. my head is spinning, I'm burning'em up.. any and all emcees who wanna be in the cypher... My sickness is somewhat Addicted to spitting ill depicted shit for instance.. [Verse] I need sedatives for spittin sentences so venomous and interpreted in different dimensions so demented, discovered there ain't no antidotes invented for an illness this complex and comprehensive, the amount of flow forget it, too sweet to show the dentist or sustenance for diabetics, the doctor said forget it just let'em in the cypher sicker than he should be, took some dimetapp before a battle rap was similar to epicac, spewing so putrid, it's more than lunch that your losing, opp emcees in need anti-depressant, way too cold for cryogenics, no chill, too hype to hold still, looking green around the gills i spit infectious and the flows is over flowing it kills, the whole deal is o too real, there's gotta be homeopathic method or herbal pills, other patient emcees some what diseased is waiting on me, you ain't sicker than, get off my D it ain't contagious, you must half sleep derivation, enough of my situation let me tell you lyrical elevation, [Hook] Too sick, too ill foreal, no chill, run some drills before you try me Before you try me, way too grimmey with these rhyme schemes Way too ill I'm dying.. To kill emcees To kill emcees [Verse] I'm the Jedi version of Darth Vader, chasin paper in murdered out Buick la sabre, aggravating the neighbors, but running for mayor, true player, false labor, ain't working on doin no favors for haters getting the vapors, every time I spit major, minor inconvenience your whole thesis, your girl said you need a dick prosthesis, I'm fuckin her and all aunts and nieces, family tree side pieces, tell Regis you gotta phone a friend, battle rapping ain't for men, it's for beast that bend words and suspend verbs in animation, call up sanitation cuz shit I spit no exaggeration needs an evaluation, doctors can't believe or explain it [Hook] Too sick, too ill foreal, no chill, run some drills before you try me Before you try me, way too grimmey with these rhyme schemes Way too ill I'm dying.. To kill emcees To kill emcees [Verse] I'm so def, left an any emcee a chin cleft, til my last breath blow sess and meth out into your girl chest, shotgun shots, burial plots get got grave danger, keep the door locked your so shocked that goons co-oped to know not what or who you begot, I lick shots let shells drop like 9 pops at whoever's climbs atop my thrones spot, you might get cold cocked for hating on hoes hot, trying to grab cock that I got, my block.. Chevy. I'm too heavy, left the Serengeti feeling sweaty, after killing a whole pride of lions with this here machete, been ready for any emcee to tread gently into cypher and have'em leaving feeling empty J-kitty

Too Sick, Too Ill