Song: Sega Genesis
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 3, 2011
A+
and I’m skippin’ the lecture
I
wrote a new textbook for the critics to measure
We’re
about to take a field trip kids
I’m’a
show you how to rob a bank full’a meal tickets
‘Cos
standouts don’t get the handouts
Less
fans than foes wanna take my band down
I
can’t have that, I fired the professor
Financed
the record hotwirin’ Vespas
‘Round
here wheels don’t turn unless ya steal’em
It’s
the best in show, brand new, and appealin’
Brought
the house music down along with the ceilin’
Good
press, bad press hate alike
Whatever
ya do, just make sure you get my name right
You’re
A&R couldn’t see me in plain sight
Spelled
it out and still couldn’t get my name right
T-O-U-S-S-A-I-N-T
M-O-R-R-I-S-O-N
The
emcee that ain’t so emcee
One
fifth The Blend to represent
The
front man of this punk rock band
I
don’t drop grands.
Homie,
I drop rent
Collections
been callin’ me
So
I’m collectin’- gimme all the beats.
It’s
the too deep thinkin’, blitzin’ pre-drinkin’
Fashionably
always late a free-speakin’
Heart-stopper,
dream-killer, the ship-sinker
Crewed
up with flame-throwers and hip-swingers
I’m
givin’ it as much as I can take it,
And
smilin’ as hard as you can fake it
Swingin’
first before aimin’
And
I’m takin’ off without the spaceship
Can’t
float if ya can’t lift the anchor
Ditch
the ball and chain and ya just might make it
Can’t
sing it if ya ain’ gone bring it
Posin’
like a pendulum, but ya ain’t swingin’
I
pull it off without the pliers
I’m
comin’ for the title with the eye of a liger
Ya
got alotta gusto comin’ back here
So
drink it slow, homie that’s your last beer
I’ll
settle this one how I see it
Your
goon pound’s thru- goin’ down like GM
The
style flexes AM to PM
9
to 5 slaves lookin’ at me like freedom
Yeah,
it’s just another day above pavement
For
the piece of the puzzle that wouldn’t fit where it’s vacant
The
name stays but the face differs
Yesterday
was yesterday, ma. I’m a shape shifter
Identity
thief for good reason
You’re
a fan of the mask, but ya hate what’s beneath it
First-Class
Academy of the Chameleons
I
dig you too, but your style ain’t worth stealin’
Most’a
y’all done lost the cause
Now
I’m aimin’ at you and your bosses boss
Who
done it? Colonel Mustard
From
the clock tower with the sniper rifle, cousin.
Back
for the first time ‘cos I never left
I
was kickin’ it with Jay-Z and Brett Favre
You
can quit the game, but the game don’t rest
And
I put that on a MarioKart Star and headstart
Chill.
Your name never got brought up
You’re
just the antacid. I’m the whole enchilada.
The
dream continues, ya can’t stop it
I’m
walkin’ with the ghost of Malcolm X and Steve Rogers
Ma,
while ya can- enjoy it
And
what ya tone. I ain’t ya boyfriend.
Got
my name out ya mouth like a rough drink
Sweatin’
me like wedding-day groom cufflinks
Now,
while I’m waitin’ for the caffeine to wear off
I
got a few moral dilemmas to take care of
Evil
and easy, I got’em paired up
And
poppin’ like Oxycontin and snare drums
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