Truancy

El-P

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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 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

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    [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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