Truancy - El-P/Rob Sonic.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : El-P
[00:00.00] 作曲 : El-P
[00:00.00](El -P)
[00:18.75]I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages
[00:22.86]of juvenile non-approval and loosely smoker's school cut abandonment
[00:26.61]Where great expected movement tossed itself to the brain otters and shakily
[00:29.94]faded in my timeline to something honestly hard to stand
[00:32.64](if that's not a booby trap) I would muse, stepping on Nike Uptown abuse
[00:36.24]Yeah the darkest blue swoosh and cathartic ruse faction of, a B-Boy enacted
[00:39.84]as truly city all-bomber and my thoughts followed the color chart on the
[00:42.84]A-train country, hovering under the A-Frame structures bloody
[00:46.38]And if I closed my optics I could trace the lines lovely they said: You'll
[00:49.38]start your life between pause tape slices and muddy
[00:51.45]kicks that lick the salt off your neck
[00:52.98]and its more than apparent your portable parent with the
[00:55.17]built-in mic might like sinister syllable smart tongue more than your
[00:58.26]Teachers do, that's two schools booted from on some dumb bullshit
[01:01.14]young menace, get the message, bad medicine, restless, sad jettison rejection
[01:05.22]had to endith the lesson
[01:06.63]I used to do an impression of Buff after lunch outside the cage, making faces
[01:10.65]Kelley green with envy grimace, that's my gimmick
[01:13.20]went with truancy and the bad apple, and it slowly formed my spirit
[01:16.50]so when I couldn't fit the scholastic structure of my peers I didn't fear it
[01:19.65](and it was) air brush on the pants leg and, name cut in the back of the head and
[01:23.52]cipher in the subway without money in my pocket then
[01:26.79]recognize this is the new truth, we refuse to suckle the empires ruse
[01:30.24]original box-cutter walker who talk to rebuild a new living proof
[01:33.54]See me as a banshee, as the illest mother****er since Oedipus
[01:36.87]monkey number one million with a typewriter, flipping tempest text
[01:39.81]left evidence, simple-headed vagrants try to chase where Forest's feather went
[01:43.47]darts exit us, and still leave enough alive to join the exodus
[01:46.98]Fresh as ****, best of luck, better lead b***h city rally quest
[01:50.16]Stuck writer might flip, vvvvvroooom! Excitebike ****er
[01:52.83]enter the hellafied Fat-Boys-slash-BDP hybrid founder of
[01:55.59]militant anti-mime fraction, operate on the fringes of establishment
[01:58.50]Binge on erratic shit, fabric knit, got you riverdancing in lederhosen for woodchips
[02:02.64]step into the Def Jux office auditions like: "sausage"
[02:05.13]Jam Master Jay would've shot you (I stopped him)
[02:07.05]Sorcerer, nitroglycerin in truck driving through rainforest unstable
[02:09.90]Rawkus was like, "we're gonna take this label to another level"
[02:11.79](****er that) I'm gonna take this level to another label
[02:13.86]Anti-pop composer, sonically robbing the nation
[02:17.01]when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors (do lasers)
[02:20.01]water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss
[02:23.73]shotgiven(miss), another bargain bin opportunity moment clipped
[02:27.45]I was a B-Boy once, I really gave a **** (still do)
[02:29.64]When you were trading episodes at laser tag academy I was applying
[02:32.37]For most sinister mister brain**** crown confront
[02:34.80]The loudest son of the transistor rubble box
[02:36.57]Damage and ****shit like open-handed palm branding
[02:38.73]letting the hurt live where it landed... Like that
[02:41.55](chorus)
[02:46.80]This is for New Jacks trying to decide where they fit (get busy)
[02:51.69]Destroy the walls when you spit
[02:53.97]For writers with a Krylon image brain print (translate it)
[02:58.41]Leave your name dripping from bricks
[03:00.69]For cats who covet fame with my name on their lips (re-think it)
[03:05.16]You're sucking poison milk from fake ****ers
[03:07.77]This is for kids worried about the apocalypse (do something)
[03:11.79]Prepare yourself and stop talking shit