

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] They said “Doctor” I said “Really?” Grab your books This might sting a little (ha) [Verse 1] Four names on the wall like a flex, that’s cute Canonized clout, but the logic don’t compute You dress it up nice, gold frame, stained glass But the footnotes flimsy and the arguments trash You twist old texts just to fit your mood Call it “deep thought” — I just call it skewed If truth is a tree, your roots ain’t set Whole branch of your “wisdom” still in debt [Chorus] Chick doctors But the doctrine sick, doctors Got a halo and a hood pass? It don’t fix, doctors You can quote, you can chant, you can pick chapters But the rot in the core That’s your script, doctors Chick doctors Got a title, not the answers If the pill is poison I don’t sip, doctor [Verse 2] You bless blind spots, call the cracks “mystery” Patch bad takes, rewrite history Every hard question gets a soft reply Like “accept, adore, don’t ask why” You preach “pure love” with a guilty glare Stack shame on souls like a folding chair You say “it’s beautiful” when it looks like chains Perfume on the problem, same old pain [Chorus] Chick doctors But the doctrine sick, doctors Got a halo and a hood pass? It don’t fix, doctors You can quote, you can chant, you can pick chapters But the rot in the core That’s your script, doctors Chick doctors Got a title, not the answers If the pill is poison I don’t sip, doctor [Bridge] I ain’t dissing your brains or your birth I’m dissing that dogma you dress up as worth If the map is wrong I don’t care who drew it Saint, sage, sister If it’s false, we undo it (yeah) [Chorus] Chick doctors But the doctrine sick, doctors Got a halo and a hood pass? It don’t fix, doctors You can quote, you can chant, you can pick chapters But the rot in the core That’s your script, doctors Chick doctors Got a title, not the answers If the pill is poison I don’t sip, doctor
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap rap, mid-tempo, male vocals with a gritty bite. Sparse piano stabs and dusty drums in the verses, bass hits locking with tight hi-hats. Hook explodes with crowd-style gang vocals and layered ad-libs. Final verse ramps aggression with doubled vocals and brief drop-outs before the last bar lands cold and dry.
2:13
No
2/4/2026