[Intro]
Weerd Science
Uh huh

[Verse 1]
Uh, and it goes something like this
In these troubled times yes a division exists
Made a decision to enlist and not make for the exit
I'd rather put the craft first than be on some of this next shit
You motherfuckers are asleep, you're not lucid
Weighted down by the chain around your neck like nooses
Not to be a nuisance, but the second your news hits that all your money is gone
You need to get in the studio, pen some new hits
But what's that? Oh, you went away for too long?
Nobody remembers your record up on the songs you guested on
Because our attention spans are cut off like a severed hand
But never man, that's why your band is back to touring in a van
You didn't play the game right
You're supposed to re-write the same song that payed people that first said that "he's tight"
It's quite literally the opposite of creativity the way these fucking assholes run this music industry

[Hook]
And labels want to re-package old thoughts
And art takes a backseat to what is bought
When commerce meets commercial concerts
The comsters, word up it's our first dollars