Decade of Dope - Sick Jacken

Crack heavy on the streets

Track memory on the beats

Sliding Coco puffs in downtown

Belly of the beast

Getting work by the brick 'n sell it by the piece

I got foot soldiers, I ain’t sweatin' the police

I made a killing off crack in the 80's

Let me tell you how I did it

I got a group of homies that was down with it

We started small ops, cuz had a strap by the

Got half the with it

Hand to hand exchanges with strangers

Before gang bangers started taxing street corner hustlers

It was less dangerous

My scale name price but the money came nameless

We took coke and turned it into something more famous

Where freebasing keep pluggin', all kinds of sick comin'

Gold chains to tape decks, TV to dick suckin'

Supply and demand the people meant nothing

If it wasn’t me it would have been the next man hustlin'

What type of drugs do you do?

I probably served you

Your daddy and your momma that birthed you

On the grind from morning to past curfew

In the decade of dope im here to you

Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam

You can call me the deala' man

I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand

In the decade of dope, I’m your pusha' man

Yo I’m a late 70's baby

So I was raised in the 80's

My favorite phrase is fuck you then pay me

I first learned how to lace a J before I weighed 80'

Pounds now I drop em' while the starving in Haiti

Smoking weed and hashish that’s something real ancient

Hashashins used to get high before they would slay

Yo these rappers kind of influenced me to start blazin'

What I’m saying my then gettin high in the basement

I know they used to puff heavy back in the 60's

The Who was smoking kush with the Doors at the

And I ain’t ill by getting head from Mrs. Lewinski

But we live in hell so I smoke to understand the mysteries

Indigenous and me, sipping and the tea

Eating mushrooms blowing breeze

Live in nature with the trees

Cyprus Hill got me stoned, made me want to kill a man

Reakwon and Ghost Face made me go and sniff some grams

What type of drugs do you do?

I probably served you

Your daddy and your momma that birthed you

On the grind from morning to past curfew

In the decade of dope im here to you

Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam

You can call me the deala' man

I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand

In the decade of dope, I’m your pusha' man