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