Write male vocal Drill lyrics themed around the secret gang warfare of library Dewey Decimal system enforcers, where crews clash to claim rare book sections and smuggle banned zines past library security. Music parameters: 148 BPM, 7/8 drill hi-hats programmed in prime number sequences, core instrumentation includes fugue-playing 808s, chopped baroque harpsichord samples, gamelan gong percussion, lydian dominant mode bagpipe drones, 12th-century plainchant layered as synth melody. Structure follows intro-beat drop-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-unexpected baroque sample beat switch-chorus-outro fading into Gregorian chant. Vocal delivery: Intricate footnoted flow, counter-melody ad-libs, tone balancing menacing swagger and dry academic pedantry, emotion leaning into triumphant, elegant aggression as crews boast about their Dewey Decimal territory conquests. Lyrics reference drill gang tropes, library classification rules, and medieval manuscript marginalia wordplay.
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[Intro] [Build-up] Fugue in the bassline 808s hitting the spine Check the classification This is a hostile citation (Ad-lib: *Cite your sources!*) (Ad-lib: *Seven-eight timing!*) [Drop] [Verse] Back in the 800s, literature's mine I sharpen the quill, I’m feeling divine Op tried to browse in the 909 Now he’s a footnote, frozen in time Stashed the contraband deep in the stacks Library security? We dodge the attacks Silent as parchment, we cover the tracks Wax on the seal, no room for the lax I got the 200s, religion is heavy Flooding the aisles, I’m breaking the levee Call up the scribes, we’re keeping it steady For the Great Purge, my brothers are ready [Chorus] Decimal point, we’re holding the block Turning the key in the archive lock Smuggling zines past the security clock Don't let the heavy-set librarians shock We run the 300s, social science war Leave 'em in silence on the marble floor Check the shelf-list, then check it once more We own the knowledge, we settle the score [Verse] Look at the margin, the snail and the knight Drawing the steel in the dim reading light Classification? I’m getting it right Bury the snitch in the 100s tonight (Ad-lib: *Philosophy section!*) Metaphysical pain for the guys in the hall Writing our tags on the scriptorium wall Gamelan gongs when we answer the call Watch the whole hierarchy crumble and fall I’m the archivist, the master of ink Watching the rival crews start to shrink Banned zines hidden where nobody’d think Right by the 600s, we’re on the brink [Chorus] Decimal point, we’re holding the block Turning the key in the archive lock Smuggling zines past the security clock Don't let the heavy-set librarians shock We run the 300s, social science war Leave 'em in silence on the marble floor Check the shelf-list, then check it once more We own the knowledge, we settle the score [Instrumental] [Breakdown] (Beat Switch: Harpsichord solo over prime-number hi-hats) Harpsichord hitting, the rhythm is odd I am the scribe, I’m the library god Ink on the fingers, the heavy-weight squad Under the cloisters, we’re giving the nod No bibliography, just total pain Wash away sins in the acid-free rain We hold the keys to the intellectual chain Nothing but victory left in the brain [Chorus] Decimal point, we’re holding the block Turning the key in the archive lock Smuggling zines past the security clock Don't let the heavy-set librarians shock We run the 300s, social science war Leave 'em in silence on the marble floor Check the shelf-list, then check it once more We own the knowledge, we settle the score [Outro]
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