VERSE
No I ain't got no fucken fix for this trip
No glitch to get the grip
No switch for me to click
Still ain't no fix for me in this
Primitive cognition, on a mission
Self medicated till I’m dead (Zeus)
With a void in my consciousness, still ain't no fix for me in this
So they better come alive and die when I tell ya
Run it down brother, or its failure
See the devil only want it with the real ones
Sacrifice life when I tell ya
See, I chime with the black magic
Carousel your mind and retract segments of the static signs that it's pragmatic
Asthmatic dying to be classed tag maggots with a gat and it's right on
I been creeping in night, son
Animate 'em all with tip of my tongue
Lucid, rapping to the microphone
Giving it a mic, live up, die sworn
Sick in my mind, my brain and my brawn
Ready for the plague, built for the war
Numb to the skull and is sick as the Gods

CHORUS:
I got a sickness and it won’t stop
So high, let my brain and my body rot (body rot)
I got a sickness and it won’t stop
So high, let my brain and my body rot (body rot)
Because I’m sick in the head
Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em
I’m sick in the head
Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em
Because i'm sick in the head
Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em
I’m sick in the head
Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em