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Sick Sick Sick/Call of the Wired (Demented Are Go) · Sick, Sick, Sick (Bayside) · Sick Girls Revolution, Vol. 5: Sick Tricks & Urban Bass (Sick Girls) · Mad Sick 90's Ragga Dancehall Mix (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Tales from the Sick (Prozak) · Sick City [EP] (Jesus Wept) · Sick (Loaded) · Tales from the Sick (Insane Clown Posse) · Sick-Love (V/Vm) – and 90 other albums »


and d'angelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm
and d'angelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm
Kenny Parker on the 

mix! 

[Special K] 

Yes yes I'm Special K 

On New York's Two show on WBDP 

This is the brand new one by KRS-One
on the line girl) 
Hey DJ (On the request line girl) 
Play the record by my favorite band 

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio 
So I called
on the line girl) 
Hey DJ (On the request line girl) 
Play the record by my favorite band 

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio 
So I called
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
sure seem rude
For fam like the partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up, it's a stick up

Now put
sick, the rhyme bring come wicked
My knife I gotta go stick it
Inside of that fool
That's talkin smack
Where you at punk bitch
I knew that you where
sick, the rhyme bring come wicked
My knife I gotta go stick it
Inside of that fool
That's talkin smack
Where you at punk bitch
I knew that you where
Consistently hounded by you MC pests 
If you really want to learn from me 
Don't waste time in burnin' me 
'cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern
skyscrapers will fool you, look through to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these
at checkstand 3
She's pagin me, let me think quick
Let 10 minutes fly by, called her back and fronted like I'm sick
She leaves messages I never return
I'm not
You're in the mix wit your boyfriend baby, Bobby Bang, and its that time for the hot nine at nine with Tech Nine featurin' Shawnna. 'Bout ta wear
wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme or the kickdrum sound
I be
wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme or the kickdrum sound
I be
wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme or the kickdrum sound
I be
got M√ľnchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
as chains swing
BD get up in the cypher of a shame game to maintain
Watch me now, follow me now
Boot Camp release the leader and I'm sick now
Comin straight
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. are-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock