El-p Truancy Lyrics

Truancy Lyrics

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(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