You hear that sickly sound creeping through that there vine?
You find the ticky-tacky taking up the air time
See it’s a fickle racket, built by nickel snatchers
Trick 'em like fashion, then pinning their casket airtight
Flavor of the month swimming deep through the sea of sick
Couldn’t feel the plastic if you stabbed me with the needle tip
Let them ego trip
So sick, so feeble
Money cash hoes
Is that what your ethos is?
Hey little rap star, rock star, narcissist
How about a little self-respect?
What did you sell, what did you tell yourself?
Which piece of you sold to get that check?
I mean, how many songs about clubs and bottles, drugs and murders can we take?
Watch them climb and fall until they vertebrae breaks out
Doomtree birds of prey, tell your city it’s the takedown
This is radio opaque
Leave them so sick, better call Saint James
This is radio opaque
In a transparent industry they’re looking so vain
So crisp and clean, so crystalline
Doomtree so thick we let them rip at the seams
Fall from the web they got them in
And twist with the fact that their existence is fraudulent
The sound is all rotten not to mention pretentious
No filter no taste call you Benson and Hedges
You took the stencil and traced the edges
Penciled in feathers
I heard the eighteenth letter and learned to make that bird fly better
La di da di you can act like the Fonzie
But inside you’re Fozzy Bear, find a new hobby
Duck the button-up-shirt-gluttons feeding greedy mouths
We do it on our own and leave the majors bleeding out
Who you needing now? those numbers don’t match mine
I flat-line the sign-on-the-black-line body
Write rhymes and capsize the white-line-lobby
Shit, don’t believe the hype man
This is radio opaque
Leave them so sick, better call Saint James
In a transparent industry they’re looking so vain
Yeah, What’s sick
What’s sick
What’s really sick
What’s sick
What’s sick
What’s really sick
What’s sick
What a brilliant look