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El-P - Truancy lyrics
* send corrections to the typist (El-P) 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 its 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 |
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