King Of The Cafeteria

Song: What Makes You Happy

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/king-of-the-cafeteria

It’s the kid eatin’ lunch underneath the staircase

That nobody ever told life wasn’t a fair chase

He’d come over here and strip the mask off’a yer bare face

But his crippled confidence can only stare and wait

Anxt. Sittin’ there again on his broken chariot

Plottin’ to overthrow the king of the cafeteria

I hear ya! But there’s only so much that I can do

Sittin’ here on the other side of this lunch room

Left to unscrew another cap off the afternoon

And shotgun the boredom pretendin’ it’s apple juice

Understand without you these cool kids wouldn’t be cool

They’d have nothin’ to look down on except for their own shoes

Oh no no no don’t start me on this high school hierarchy

Man, I strip the whole machine down to the car seats

Pardon me you see Janeen the prom queen size 3

She gives up her lunch between dry heaves grippin’ the toilet seat

And her boyfriend Brandon gets off on dominatin’ conversation and smack talkin’

Cos’ his dad’s an alcoholic

And there’s Fatima always smilin’ without rest

Ever since her mother cut the chemo- gave her a few months at best

You thought you had it bad cos’ ya never met your dad

Well trust me it could be worse. I was dealt the same hand.

I’d never dream’a walkin’ in Fatima’s adidas

She can pretty smile all the while just to keep herself from screamin’-

And you think this staircase is a hidin’ place, but I see ya…

With your Star Trek lunch box full of failed reasons

I swing first before the argument escalates

I curse a teacher out before they give the grade

Suspend me all the want, but I’m still in the game like Artest

Pimpin’ the system like an old Nintendo cartridge

You wanna avenge on this social upper-crusts

But they’re not even worth the time, let alone a sucker punch

You gotta give this thing time, it’s just a prequel to the trilogy

Mario didn’t learn to fly until his third try. See

The next page’ll turn soon, it’ll come full circle

You have to find the meaning in waiting before it’s worth it

This kids first kiss their first kill

I watch’em break their own hearts and cry until the sky spills

Just to recycle their smiles, but everybody burns and builds

So, patience my good friend- you might be the next Winston Churchill

We may come from different sides of the lunch table, but we share the same enemy

Evidently they want us locked up like the Sentry

For thinking outside of the standardized testing

For supplyin’ an alternative to the trendy

Ehhh, what am I sayin’- before you know it, you’ll be corporate

Thinkin’ I was another voice in your head, and you’ll be over it

What Makes You Happy

Song: What Makes You Happy

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/what-makes-you-happy

We can’t afford to cry

And we can’t afford to smile

We could buy the bank,

But we can’t afford the time

What happened?

Thought ya said it was all good, man

Thought ya said we had it made

What happened?… said the suit to the tie.

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Chorus

What makes ya happy,

(Believe, believe)

It comes in good time

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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It’s ridiculous

How people stick to what’s

Unimportant until it ain’t givin’em any enjoyment

Man this whole world’s goin’ to hell

Whether you want my opinion or not, I’m gon’ give it to you, cousin.

It’s cold outside more ways than one

Believe me when I say this thing’s been over b-b-b-before it’s begun

Man, we gon get the hell outta this town- show these people what we made of…

Said the bottle to the head.

Chorus

The Girl From The Coffeeshop

Song: The Girl From The Coffeeshop

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/the-girl-from-the-coffeeshop

Pretty gal, pretty gal, was a pretty busy gal

Lifted double shifts for the utility bill

She has dreams of jumpin’ off the campus

And landin’ in an uptown palace

Breaks more than a sweat to get her fill

But somehow she always seems to trip and spill

It’s not her fault, but she takes the fall

For other people on her team that drop the ball

If singin’ the same song’s worth the music

Then I guess the boyfriend’s worth the excuses

Your gossip girlfriends whinin’ old news

And they’re only worth their weight in IOUs(in)

Up a good friend’s good will and it’s gone this far

working for minimum wage and the tip jar

Carries her weight, but can’t lift the curse of barely sittin’ par

Even with the credit card

She stands like she’s been waitin’ at a train station

Holdin’ a ticket that doesn’t hold her interest.

I tip my hat like a detective in training,

Actin’ like somewhere else needs my assistance.

It’s a look- it’s a glance-

She gives me coffee and I go into my trance

I wanna kiss the stress out her smile

But the cash register between us won’t allow.

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Chorus

The songs change, but the words always stay the same

Doesn’t matter what we do, we’re still playin’ the game

The songs change, but the words always stay the same

Doesn’t matter what we do, we’re still playin’ the game

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She’s the Athena of baristas

Handles all temperatures like a tea cup

From customer heat to supervisor fire,

Rolls off her sleeve and melts when she smiles

Huh, I wonder where she gets it from

And how she puts herself together when it comes undone

Ehhh, but I’ve been thinkin’ lately

She holds her good nature like a pistol’s safety

Maybe she’s saving us from a blind rage

Repressed with a more than blind rage

She fronts the innocence of an amateur

But walks with the swagger of a shift manager

A fine tuned defense mechanism

And when it collapses it’ll be cataclysmic

She’ll serve espresso with a hint ‘a cyanide so

She can watch us all die slow…

Die slow… die slow

A coffeeshop full’a people

Doin’ what we want and sometimes what we need to

And here she is on her daily default

Customer servin’ with a smile like a freak show

I’m aimin’ for a table to keep float,

I told her keep the change, she told me keep it evil

She said this tip jar isn’t for your ethos

If you lived in my world you wouldn’t have the peace to freeload

I love her, she brings me back to earth

Puts me in my place everyday without speakin’ a word

Someday I’ll see her and say what’s up

But for now I got a date with a pen and a paper cup

Got my heart in my backpack tangled up

And eyes for the girl from the coffeeshop

I know she knows that we know

We’re just super villains with alter-egos

Chorus

FeatherLighter

Song: FeatherLighter

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/featherlighter

Hard work and smart work

Got separated at the birth

They put you on the payroll for one reason

And that’s to make those wheels turn

It’s when police ask ya “What’s the problem?”

And ya can’t help but break a smile laughin’ at the irony

I guess it pends on the color of the collar that ya poppin’

And the noose around ya neck screamin’ hire me

This is comic book without the good guys

Where hands can justify writin’ their own Mumbai

The illustrator gets paid a good price in good pie

Seein’ we can do wrong and make it look right

We have a history of redefining what’s right

So when they burn your dictionary- kid, I wouldn’t look twice

You’ve run outta innocence to act surprised

One man’s good mornin’ is another man’s good night

Grateful as a blade’a grass grown in New York

We’ll find out who can cut it without a spoon or fork

With all eyes on the next messiah

And all arms on the next to fire

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Chorus

Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy

Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy

Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy

Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy

Hey,

This much I know is true.

This much I know is true.

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Talk to me over coffee or a few beers

How Harvey Milk’s killer only got a few years

What’s it cost to buy and alibi?

And who taught missiles how to fly?

Well even if it was free, I still wouldn’t buy it

You could save me a seat and I still wouldn’t fly with

As for your guns and roses, I won’t have either side of’em

I’ll be settin’ sail on the next Somali pirate ship

To the side of Philadelphia that isn’t sunny

To the side of the joke nobody found funny

Definin’ a different definition of hungry

Rerouting your flight to the nearest 3^rd world country

A how-to on makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’

How to fight with a fist-full of paint brushes

How to lead a renaissance with a trumpet

And write your name in treble clef singin’ from the gutter

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Chorus

Skrulls

Song: Skrulls

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/skrulls

M-M-M-Movin’ on up to the Eastside and next eschilon

Woke up feelin’ like a brand new Decepticon

Today & I, we’re about to get it on

And I’m cookin’ with nothin’ but tough love and Szechuan

Against the odds while all bets are off

Gamblin’ with gunshots and the next to fall

Where they move like kings even if just a pawn

While I’m acin’ the midterm off’a no lecture hall

This professor’s old and his words are skeptical

We’re only on the same page of the text book

My brain cells are collidin’ on busy streets of chemicals

Graduating anything is anything but text book

Most days there’s nothin’ to show for it

S’just me and an empty table at close quarters

A retired samurai who fights for no one

Content with the thoughts and clouds that float over him

But, today’s different. Call it a gut feelin

Or a case of wide-open eyed day dreamin’

Surfin’ the tops of speedin’ cars weavin’

Traffic and the fabric of the city while leapin’ buildings

There’s no deep breath before this jump

So call your 2^nd cousins, it’s about to be a good one

Good mornin’ from the hills to the avenues

Enterin’ the day with a fist-full of gratitude

Reloadin’ my cannon just before I kiss it

Oh yes this evil genius has a few tricks left in’em

Even if they all say it’s unrealistic

It’s hard to wipe the grin off’a the sadistic

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Chorus

Like a candle, we melt into the night like a ghost.

Soon there will be a time when you’ll have to make a choice.

We have come to a stand still until you make your move.

Careful, we are super-villains with not much to lose.

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They say I’m finished, but I haven’t left the starting line

I got more work to do than sharpen mics

This hip-hop is more than bark-and-bite, spark-and-spite,

And respect gettin’ broken over hardened pride

Eh- you found respect was hard to find

And the lack there of it idn’t too far behind

From a place too dark to shine

We learn to hold on even when our arms are tied

A work in progress, a work in home labor

Playin’ politics, playing our own saviors

Ghetto profits don’t exceed the losses

When even cops dress up as opportunity knockin’

Savin’ the day’s like trying to catch the rain

While you were turnin’ in your cape, I was takin’ names

Breakin’ legs, chains, and stakin’ claim

Robbin’ the rich, singin’ money ain’t a thang

Flyin’ the city without a pair of wings,

Flyin’ on a bike without a pair of brakes.

It’s fair to say we got this arrow aimed

Like hawkeye back from the dead bowlin’ narrow lanes

There’s no deep breath before this jump

So call your 2^nd cousins, it’s about to be a good one

Good mornin’ from the hills to the avenues

Enterin’ the day with a fist-full of gratitude

Chorus

Fly Drexler

Song: Fly Drexler

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/fly-drexler

‘Bout to ditch the cell phone at home and keep breezy

Take this day and everything in it without reachin’

Hey, it’s a short walk to the coffeeshop,

May be Monday, but I’ma treat it like the weekend

Don’t go lookin’ like you got somethin’ to defend

I’m surprised y’all haven’t learned to leap the street width

What’s the matter captain, wonderin’ where your team went

Ran outta good pleas, they ran outta good reason

Good evening, let’s pick it up before you dumb it down

The truth never made the talk of the town

I took a good look, watched the rest jump and drown

Planted where I stand, Lazlo from the ground

Got it wrapped like medieval wedding gowns

More frequent a sequence than handshakes and pounds

The flame outlasts your smoke break burnin’ out

Mirror of the city, spirit of the sound

Chorus

And I’m runnin’ and livin’ and takin’ and givin’ it

Doin’ whatever I can to make it happen

Writin’ and pavin’ and fightin’ and takin’

A deep breath to blow fire back at the drago

I quit the team and signed on as the mascot

Photoshopped my face from the front to the backdrop

The unlikely lyricist that can’t stop

Cos’ my bike doesn’t have any breaks, now back up

Gonna go big if I’m goin’ downhill

Can’t take a sip and promise that you won’t spill

The risk never outweighed the direction

And built these beautiful imperfections

Monday mornings, overtime pay, skippin’ classes

Understanding the big picture doesn’t have a canvas

Stealin’ a bike to get to where you’re goin’

And ridin’ into oncoming traffic

Calm under the chaos cos’ the natural habitat is havoc

Working nothin’ to lose as an advantage

So here it goes, grab somethin’ and sit tight

I’ll hit you with a text somewhere in midflight

Chorus

Bridge

You can’t keep a good man down,

No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down

You can’t keep a good man down,

No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down

You can’t keep a good man down,

No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down

You can’t keep a good man down,

No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down

Chorus

Beep Beep

Song: Beep Beep

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/beep-beep

The next big thing and a coming attraction dodgin’ the masses of lipstick and cell phones,

an automatic magnet to konichiwas and hellos.

This ain’t a matter of dapper rappers rappin’ like they’re the bees’ knees.

This ain’t a discussion cousin, your grandma’s rockin’ a Lazlo Supreme tee.

Keep it easy, and cool out your thermometer,

and watch the way you talkin’ to the new assistant manager:

The speculated, spot-on, spoken, and spectacular.

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Chorus

Why so sad?

Was it something I said?

Tell me… Oh, tell me

So, I can say it again

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I am a megaphone, my friend you’re just a text message

You call after bar close while I’m already roundin’ second

I’m carryin’ the burden and the team. You gotta call the movers.

You couldn’t spark a conversation. We’re blowin’ up like MacGruber.

Alright, ok, alright, alright, alright, ok computer

This is fight or flight, all ya’ll are penguins, I’m a blue bird

Raisin’ up the rent and the roof, who’s your super… fly.

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Chorus

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Put your pride above the truth

Think there’s no one else but you

Ya gotta answer to somebody

And that answer’s gon’ be me

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Chorus

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Chase

Song: Chase

Album: Losing The Game

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: 

The cloud’s hung low, where the night tied their nooses.

I hung up the phone. “What a sight”, blind confusion.

The news hit like truth upon the clueless,

I threw a fit tryin’ to make use of the useless.

Synonymous to holdin’ a conversation with Ronald Reagan

debatin’ crack and Venezuela.

If I told you that I tried, have to tell you that I lied, 

and hold the hope I was a day you remembered before you died.

Can’t comply with what the time as done as much as write a song,

or as much as any night is wrong to defy the sun.

High-strung as the church bells hung across the street,

risin’ up in the morning every time I hear’em ring.

Y’see, I never thought of such, and never thought of much,

but to sit and watch graffiti bloom at the bus stop.

You’d be the song if these street’s cement could sing, but so it goes.

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Chorus

So it goes

So it goes

So it

goes

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It’s comin’ round to losin’ moments and hours

lookin’ up against the rain, tryin’ to turn over clouds,

and you’re nowhere to be found, so I stare the ground

admirin’ how a crack in the sidewalk can hold a flower.

All is lost, the sun confesses a dim bulb,

inertia haults, planets commit to withdrawal,

rivers pause as bridges fall into their arms,

the globe stalls to question if it was designed to revolve.

I can’t depend upon sight when the mind isn’t sure

the weight of an absence, when acceptance isn’t first.

It’s like the curb between the sidewalk and street.

I’m walking it, but I don’t know where it’s taking me.

Chase, are we waiting to leave or waiting to see through

the coincidence we’re all here at the same time as breathing fools,

or just to watch flowers grow from cracked cement?

while my heart substitutes for a bomb ductaped to my chest.

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Chorus

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Something to bleed to, speak through, reach to

until they open up the sky

Something to keep to each truth and reason

why I shouldn’t be alive

Some people spend their whole lives runnin’ from nothing

and they don’t know why

People breathe to the music of your voice

It’s the truth, and the soul don’t lie.

Once again, for all it isn’t worth

speaking against the ceiling, holdin’ on to the spinnin’ earth,

constructed outta love, still rennovatin’ the word,

planted where I stand, same pants different shirt.

Couldn’t address a goodbye with a fresh suit and tie

or find a funeral suitable to conclude a life.

It’s sheerly outta bein’ human to give words to it

cos’ most times music is the only place truth fits.

Followin bliss down Franklin’s vein of the city.

If tomorrow’s it, then tonight can bring it.

Put my ear to the cement and I can hear it singin’,

cryin’ out your name, wishing the sky would give it

all back, and so it rains because it can’t.

I see the only places we grow are from where we’re cracked,

as the streets and clouds shout “know me now,

Chase hold me down, Chase hold me down

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Chorus