Truancy lyrics

Artist  : El-p 
Song : Truancy



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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