Delete Delete BOOTS (Ft. Cristin Milioti & Run The Jewels)

[Verse 1: El-P]
It's not luck, I punch the clock, tough as fuck
All my ATL fam handlin' bucks
All my NYC crony put up
Beads on the abacus, rack 'em up
Weird to think that I'm still on break (Still?)
For twenty plus, I been out to lunch (Ay!)
Plenty punks mouth spoutin' dust (Ay!)
Built a bridge and just burnt shit up
Fuck I care about "life's not fair,"
Look we lucky just breathin' air (Yeah...)
Me and Mike here, zonin' out
Fly for years now no come down
You see air, I see lack of smoke (oh)
Smoke until my face fro-yo (oh no!)
Round or flat, shit Earth's a trap
ACME factory, you're da rat
Light years stylin over y'all pile of gomers
Style will lift your ghost out your loafers
Smile or pout you can't hold him
Name ring out to y'all golems
Fuck your elite, delete, delete
Indeed when da meek'll seize the street
Hear screams of "retreat," beamed from da fiends and the finks
Funny how quick shit change, one blink