El-p – Truancy lyrics

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I
became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages Of
juvenile non-approval and loosely smoker's school cut abandonment Where
great expected movement tossed itself to the brain otters and shakily Faded
in my timeline to something honestly hard to stand (if
that's not a booby trap) I would muse stepping, on Nike Uptown abuse Yeah
the darkest blue swoosh and cathartic ruse faction of a, B-Boy enacted As
truly city all-bomber and my thoughts followed the color chart on the A-train
country hovering, under the A-Frame structures bloody And
if I closed my optics I could trace the lines lovely they said You'll: Start
your life between pause tape slices and muddy Kicks
that lick the salt off your neck And
it's more than apparent your portable parent with the Built-in
mic might like sinister syllable smart tongue more than your Teachers
do that's, two schools booted from on some dumb shit Young
menace get, the message bad, medicine restless, sad, jettison rejection Had
to endith the lesson I
used to do an impression of Buff after lunch outside the cage making, faces Kelley
green with envy grimace that's, my gimmick Went
with truancy and the bad apple and, it slowly formed my spirit So
when I couldn't fit the scholastic structure of my peers I didn't fear it (and
it was) air brush on the pants leg and name, cut in the back of the head and Cipher
in the subway without money in my pocket then Recognize
this is the new truth we, refuse to suckle the empires ruse Original
box-cutter walker who talk to rebuild a new living proof See
me as a banshee as, the illest motherfucker since Oedipus Monkey
number one million with a typewriter flipping, tempest text Left
evidence simple-headed, vagrants try to chase where Forest's feather went Darts
exit us and, still leave enough alive to join the exodus Fresh
as fuck best, of luck better, lead banality rally quest Stuck
writer might flip vvvvvroooom, Excitebike! bitch Enter
the hellafied Fat-Boys-slash-BDP hybrid founder of Militant
anti-mime fraction operate, on the fringes of establishment Binge
on erratic shit fabric, knit got, you riverdancing in lederhosen for woodchips Step
into the Def Jux office auditions like "sausage": Jam
Master Jay would've shot you (I stopped him) Sorcerer
nitroglycerin, in truck driving through rainforest unstable Rawkus
was like "we're, gonna take this label to another level" (fuck
that) I'm gonna take this level to another label Anti-pop
composer sonically, robbing the nation When
I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors (do lasers) Water
douse fire now fire, bad fire, blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss Shotgiven(miss)
another, bargain bin opportunity moment clipped I
was a B-Boy once I, really gave a fuck (still do) When
you were trading episodes at laser tag academy I was applying For
most sinister mister brainfuck crown confront The
loudest son of the transistor rubble box Damage
and shit like open-handed palm brandishing Letting
the hurt live where it landed Like... that (chorus)

This
is for New Jacks trying to decide where they fit (get busy) Destroy
the walls when you spit For
writers with a Krylon image brain print (translate it) Leave
your name dripping from bricks For
cats who covet fame with my name on their lips (re-think it) You're
sucking poison milk from fake tits This
is for kids worried about the apocalypse (do something) Prepare
yourself and stop talking shit