Sims - Radio Opaque lyrics
[Sims - Radio Opaque lyrics]
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
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