Truancy El-P

[Intro]
Great Scott!
Def Jukies
You wanna get nasty with me?
You really wanna touch me there
Really want to touch you there, nasty little thing?
Yeah, yeah, one, two
They call me El-P, baby
C'mon you like that?
Great Scott!

[Verse]
I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages
Of juvenile non-approval confusion and loosey 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 in
Well 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
(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 evidence
Simple-headed vagrants try to chase where Forrest'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, vroom! Excitebike bitch
Enter the hellafied Fat-Boys-slash-BDP hybrid founder of militant anti-mime faction
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 (doo-doo lasers)
Water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss
Shot given (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 Lazer 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