[Verse 1]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Hook]

Leave them so sick, better call Saint James

In a transparent industry they’re looking so vain

[Outro]

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

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