zefram-cochrane

(Verse 1)
Shade dem deep in da Belt's abyss,
Inna da dark of her cuba, Julie's headin' home.
Wit' molecules for eyes, blazin' like stars bright,
Crossin' da endless night and secrets we own.

(Chorus)
I'm da protosleuth, checkin' doors an' corners, kid,
If ya don't read da room, an' ya don't go slow,

zefram-cochrane

this ought to be some kind of gist ... but does it somehow push it back?