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Truancy
作词：Jaime Meline
I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages
Of juvenile non-approval confusion and loosely smoker's school
Cut abandonment where great expected movement tossed itself
To the brain otters and shakily faded in my time line
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 it's 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
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
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Fresh as fuck, best of luck, better lead banality rally quest
Stuck writer might flip, vvvroom, excite bike 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 river dancing in lederhosen
For wood chips step into the Def Jux office auditions like 'Sausage'
Jam Master Jay would've shot you
Sorcerer, nitroglycerin in truck driving through rain forest unstable
Rawkus was like, 'We're gonna take this label to another level'
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
Water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Blade runner bliss
Shot given another bargain bin opportunity moment clipped
I was a B-Boy once, I really gave a fuck
When you were trading episodes at laser tag academy
I was applying for most sinister mister brain fuck 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
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
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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