If I was feeling lucky/I wouldn’t test it by clicking buttons/I’m a glutton
I’ve ogled enough rainbow logos to know/when I have to slow that shit down to a glacier
If I can’t face ya/ what does that say about your place in this space, huh?
Wherever we go I’m fuckin keyword searchin/perchin/ up like a librarian workin
High up in the dome of the SLV/you’ve got nothing to see but the books and crooks and the shit-hot MC
Invisible crews are pourin the brews and servin the stews of alphabet soup to the students
they stream in/creamin each other with words/ running in herds/there aren’t any birds
in the rafters/just new pages/guaranteed wages and laughter.