Can't Relive The Party

Song: Can't Relive The Party

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 21, 2012

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/cant-relive-the-party-2

You may not know me

But I know you

And I’m aware how strange that sounds

Y’see, we cross paths

Every Thursday at 2

Goin’ to class to make ya mama proud

I ain’t the type’a guy

You’d usually hang around

Baby, I got potential

It’s in due time

So let’s not waste now

Come and skip class with me

I’ll take ya to the wrong side of the street

Take ya down to the places your mama calls “hood”

The same places I call home and spent childhood

Where time seems to slow down- slow down

Until you can feel the earth beneath you goin’ round and round

I can see the crazy in your eyes growin’ brighter

With every word that flies from my mouth

And I know, this may sound irrational, but

You can’t go wrong livin’ by the motto

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Chorus

You can always retake the class

But you can’t relive the party

You can always retake the class

But you can’t relive the party

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I seen them other guys that you keep tame

And in steady control like your hair and your GPA

It’s a shame you were never the one

To ride your bike no-hands in the summer just coastin’

Tell me the last time you smiled just because

Somethin’ happened without you havin’ planned it

Yeah- Girl, it’s time to let go and let the handle bars do the dancin’

Chorus

Look hurr little bookworm

We doin’ this or not? Click “deny” or “confirm”

I know ya think I’m just kickin’ hype prose

Like the rest’a them Ghastons and Federline Jones’

But I ain’t got all the time in the free world

To be hollerin’ at just any library girl

Struck me like a Scott Hall dropkick

NWO- the new young hotness

I only make moves on a whim

Let’s take this road trip to the middle of Wisconsin-

California- even New Orleans

Party ‘til dawn, wake up and watch adult swim

Oh, you were headed to the bookstore?

‘Bout to drop a couple hundred on text books?

Ma, we could flip that money two-fold

Throw a house party, charge 5 for the keg cups

You rep honor roll, I rep Delta Chi

You say “dope fresh”, I say “hella fly”

Baby, we’re isotopes, different nuclei

On the same table, forever livin’ by

Chorus

All I Ever Wanted

Song: All I Ever Wanted

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/all-i-ever-wanted

Words have gone as far as they can go

Some have gone farther than we’ll know

We burnt this thing as close to the ground

As it was when we began to build this house

It takes one- it only takes one

And we’re here- here again

They say love ain’t enough

Well, if it ain’t then it ain’t love

Far from what we’ve become

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Chorus

No, I don’t wanna sit, stand, sit- settle for this

Floating ‘round just to sink or swim

Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me

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Would you like to prove just one more point

Or let it go, hold my hand, take this walk- you and I

Once a summer, now a winter’s eve

How long will you hold this fight

How long can ya curse my name

For how long will we be slaves to these things

You were all I ever wanted

Nothing else, nothing else

Chorus

Isaiah

Song: Isaiah

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/isaiah

Isaiah hasn’t got his wings yet

So he practices with back flips off’a the swingset

He understands what it means to be a man

More than a man understands what it means to be him

I don’t pretend to pose as his dad

I just happen to work the daycare his mother drops him off at

We rock to Sponge Bob, foosball, and whatever’s outside

To keep his mind occupied for the time

But when Bob and the rest of the toys go unemployed

He shakes the sound as a eulogy for that short-lived joy

I don’t try and catch him before he breaks against the ground

I let’em break until he’s broken and he has it all out

Tell him sometimes we have to lose control so we don’t lose again

‘Cos when you get it back, you’ll know what to do with it

He grabbed a basketball and put it through a window

(Damn) Ok buddy, follow me, let’s go

Chorus

You’re actin’ lost, but nobody’s fooled here

Your backs against a wall with no outlet

Some guy left your life before mommy dear

Knew how to take care of the hair of a brown kid

(Don’t hold back, give me the language of your anger)

Show me the shape and what the sound is

What the sound is, what the sound is

What the sound is- yo, what’s the sound, kid

Duck, duck, gray duck, call'em out then run

Try and put’em in the same place with your same luck

Nobody blames ya Isaiah, I’ll make that clear as beer

Some days are beautiful and some are broken mirrors

And you’re such a bad-ass-start-a-fight-anywhere-park-a-bike

Paintin’ the big picture with your permanent marker swipes

That when ya smile, I know it’s for good reason,

Because you never let’em install that filter between your mouth and the feelin

But it’s all paradise where there’s only time-outs

Keep breakin’ everything ya want and it’s hard time. Down

The road shouldn’t be your concern at the moment

But what you’re predestined for will have ya scared focused.

The reason your school doesn’t have you sit in front

Is the same I don’t tell your mother everything you say when she picks you up

‘Cos in time, she’ll hear it from your own mouth

And it’s not my call when that argument goes down

Chorus

Heard it went down last night in the worst way

Against the hands of that guy and your mother’s face

Of course you and your sisters caught the fire between the flames

The movie’s nothin’ new to you, it’s the same scene again

I’d shake the guy like a perfect storm fresh born

Make sure he never sailed again and break it even for him

Make sure he never smiled again and take the sentence for him

Hauled off to court for whoopin’ your father for ya

What I’d love to do- I can’t

I’d rather prep ya for the day you’ll take it in your own hands

Throw the question against the wall, sleeves rolled back

And show that guy this is your time- and your fam

The city awaits the day you jump to stir the sky

To represent the ground you took off from and learned to fly

But for now, we got a lot of work to do. So,

Let’s start with pickin’ up the pieces to this broken window

Chorus

The Devil Herself

Song: The Devil Herself

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/the-devil-herself

Let me guess why you came here- to paint it red again

To rewrite the plight just so you can say you claimed the end

To kill it one more time just to raise the dead

Well go on missy, take your steps

‘Cos I’ve seen every single one of’em choreographed from here to hell

And I’ll have nothin’ inbetween, so save the questions for yourself

Would ya like to rehash the havoc we built so well

Or prove we can still catch fire in a cold swell

Cold hell, and she still smiles at me

I smile back and let her think it’ll die happily

History flashes fast as it all crashes

Not past the fact her fangs flash every time she laughs

Ma, nobody asked what’s your flavor

Matter’a fact I’m past it, and I don’t even care why you came here

But tell me who’s your savior now, after you start you fires

And the tears won’t put’em out, and the flames get higher until ya…

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Chorus

Pick up the phone when ya can’t put the pride down

To say everything you didn’t when I was around

This would’ve worked last year, but not now

Not tomorrow and not tonight

Not tonight, not tonight

Spendin’ this time will cost your life

Cost your life, cost your life

Until next time, goodnight

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Although we go together like alcohol and caffeine

Don’t step into this knife fight actin’ like you can’t bleed

Your dramatizations rival the cast of Glee

And I’m better off blindfolded, no brakes, bikin’ against the stampede

Coulda swore we took both wheels off this ordeal

So how you still manage to leave a trail of torn shields

Shit- it’s beyond me. You put crazy to shame

Keepin’ a tally, sayin’ that this shit ain’t a game as ya…

Chorus

It went 1 text, 2 text, 3 text, 4

5am and my cell phone’s full

6, week 7, week 8, week 9

The more things change, the more they stay same in time

10 days past, no call and no word

Strange how all of a sudden you’re so sure

Just when you think it’s all said and done

The phone’s buzzin’ and we’re back at one

But seriously, who the fuck you think I am?

Your ex-man turned best girlfriend

Here we go, another homicide, no trace

Getting’ your Lily Rush on, catchin’ another Cold Case

But nothin’ died here detective, so save the bullshit

I got things to do and a mixtape to pay the full rent

Venues to max out before the late night antics

And a path that’ll trace across the atlas, as you still…

Chorus

Sho' Thang

Song: Sho' Thang

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/sho-thang

Got a hold of Nina, but I didn’t wanna leave a message

Why say somethin’ now when later on she’ll have to check it

Man, I over think these things until the worry manifests

When I should really simply kill it and text it

I got seven habits and none of’em are highly effective

In the house of cashin’ out, I mean I’m hardly impressive

I wanna take her all the places you can feel the city’s pulse

And show this dreaded concrete heartbeat the way that she walks

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Chorus

Because what’s really below what’s really on top

Folks don’t seem to show before their times up

I’d like to show the world in one night

Simple as a walk around the block

Because it’s a sho’ thang, sho’ thang

Sho’ thang, sho’ thang, sho’ thang

Sho’ thang, sho’ thang, sho’ thang

Sho’ thang, sho’ thang, sho’ thang, yeah

-

Not a clue or two to wonder as to why my nerves are jumpin’

When it’s just a coffee date- I mean, coffee- I mean it’s nothin’

I mean I kinda like her to the point I’d call it a date,

But I’ll be damned between tentative plans and dinner at eight

She’s definitive of interesting, enough to get the drift

She told me “Get rich or die smilin’”- I gave a grin

I wanna take her to the streets where flowers grow from underneath

And show’em that one escaped, and she’s walkin’ with me

Chorus

Rock All Night

Song: Rock All Night

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/rock-all-night

Closin’ time and it’s time to set the hype

First cut from the shift and it’s a quarter to nine

Aprons off and tables’ still tryin’ to order they wine,

But lady I can’t help ya cos’ I’m orderin’ mine

Hierarchy of the sharks and I don’t swim my part

They say a smile’s only worth disguises of the heart

This tables on the legs of music, meaning and purpose

Not at the whim of HR and customer service

I’m out in a blur of missed calls and neglected texts

First thing’s first: shower off the mess

Smellin’ like a corporate kitchen and sanitized livin’

Workin’ with the puzzle whether or not I fit in it

Rarely a weekend I can kick it in the city

So the times that I can, my whole teams with me

Shleppin’ on some Old Spice, got a call from Mark Esh

He said it’s uptown or 1^st Ave.- well let’s get it started

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Chorus

Alright, well then it’s alright

And if it’s ok, well then it’s ok

And if it’s alright, well then it’s alright

And if it’s ok, well then it’s ok

We can rock all night- yes, all night

We can rock all day- yes, all day

We can rock all night- yes, all night

We can rock all day- yes, all day

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I go Joe Montana when I’m passin’ through your region

’97 Honda Civic rollin’ on a reject

You don’t need to see it, believe it when you feel it

PBR on me- long as someone drink

I’m always in motion, you think I’d get seasick

La ola es mia and everyday’s surfin’ season

We can make room, got a seat if ya need it

Save a lil’ tip money and scuffed up adidas

Wing man on the flyin’ V. It’s on.

I roll with small talkers and big drinkers. Vince Vaughn.

Any problems on the plane? Get off.

I’ll see ya in the next sequel. Jigsaw

We throwdown enough to come back up

Goin’ too far for us really ain’t that tough

In the midst of potential bar-fighters and lovers

We take the best of both and it’s no wonder that if it’s alright…

Chorus

Attention gentlemen and ladies

Good day, good day b-boys and b-girls

I’m glad to see that y’all could make it

Please tip your server and enjoy yourselves

Whether you’re jobless or employed

On the run or standin’ in line to get yours

I’m sure we can agree most evidently

How to get down, make noise and get joy

We peace out the venue like “Good Mornin’”

Swimmin’ thru a tsunami of bodies like a swordfish

3am and it gets no finer

Showin’ up 10-deep to the nearest grease diner

Tipsy and rough around the edges,

But I can’t discriminate the time and place for breakfast

Got an appetite, yes indeed I gotta have it

Everything omelette, hashbrowns like magic

No regrets is how we flex

We talk how we eat and for some that’s a stretch

Good company and good business

Women past and present still wishin’ us a good riddance

But we do what we do and we push it like a shoppin’ cart

Raisin’ eyebrows and puttin’ curves in the question mark

And even after a label’s writin’ out down payments

We’ll still be livin’ by the statement

Chorus

You Remind Me Of A Song

Song: You Remind Me Of A Song

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/you-remind-me-of-a-song

I don’t mind the flight

Landing a quarter past midnight

And I don’t worry the taxi fare

From here to the other side

Wherever this night goes

Who knows- who knows- who knows- who knows-

Who knows- take my hand

Let’s go- let’s go- let’s go- let’s go

Let’s walk the avenue

We’ll hear the b-boys play their songs

Boombox and cardboard floors

And I don’t mind to sing along

Breakdancin’ to the traffic

And on- and on- and on- and on

And it won’t stop

Until the break’a dawn and on and-

See they can stare

And flaunt suspicious eyes

But who cares

When all we want’s a crazy time

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Chorus

You remind me of a song (I know)

Sounds like break beats over symphonies (and soul)

Let’s take this town for as far as it can go

Dance in the rain, boulevard to bar

But just before,

-

Let’s write our names

In block letters of paint

Ride this train

To the edge of everything

And wherever we land

Who knows- who knows- who knows- who knows-

Who knows- take my hand

Let’s go- let’s go- let’s go- let’s go-

Let’s- see they can stare

And flaunt suspicious eyes

But who cares

When all we want’s a crazy time

Chorus

I got plans to make plans

And places to be

A whole lotta things to do

And even more faces to see, but

None of it matters

When you’re standing here with me

Underneath the streetlight

Smiling and running free

Chorus

Keep It Movin'

Song: Keep It Movin'

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/keep-it-movin

Somehow Rock n Roll don’ lost its glow

Hip-hop dropped the ball and don’ lost its soul

Got drunk at the show and lost the phone

Missed the call, but on and on it goes

Til’ the break ‘a day

Baker’s wife, I got cake to lay

On a fashionable late delay

Off book, droppin’ on the hook like a got damn bangarang

Homie, don’t get the shit twisted

Rules are for followers, twitterific

And I’ma break every last one of’em

On the guest list even though I ain’t one of’em

See some shoot to kill, some shoot for bills

Welcome to the jungle: shoot to trill

Ma, hold the spunk, keep the moxie

And ditch the gossip posse

I put looks on their face like Karkov and Carlo Rossi

Please put it in the air if ya got

Rockin’ show Brooklyn to Silver Lake

21+ or just get a fake

Just get a taste, just kiss a face

We throw it down, straight no chase

You’re talkin’ to the GM and the janitor

Building’s up to code and under new management

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Chorus

Keep it movin’…

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Many wanna battle, trade blast for blow

Many wanna manipulate what they can’t control

I think it’s funny observin’ where I stand alone

The first to talk is the last to know

Y’all cats are slow movin’ too soon to dive under

The struggle’a keepin’ above the water and risin’ up in the

Mornin’ to put in work and not even a slight wonder

You ain’ gettin’ anywhere ya jive motha

It’s the return of the samurai

Backpack and bicycle: all I need to handle mine

Dope fresh dapper fly

American as cream cheese wontons and mufuckin’ apple pie

Chorus

Jea, with a J-E-A

The moment is now in a game ya can’t replay

And your life is a price ya can’t rebate

I wouldn’t trade mine for anything, I’m feeling great

Payin’ off Direct Loans and student dues

Sittin’ in a coffeeshop writin’ ghetto musicals

Close friends miserable in cubicles

Lookin’ at me to make so they can say “Man, I knew you would”

I only came to do me and put the art first

And leave the jive talkin’ bullshit to the barkers

Thinner than the line between the bar and church

I let the hard verse speak for the hard work

Chorus

Where You From

Song: Where You From

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/where-you-from

They only say the city’s a jungle when they’re not from it

Haven’t seen a kid hustle somethin’ else outta something

Wouldn’t say keep it clean if they never done dirt

Somehow smart went from fasho to not sure

We’re off the radar, but on the Doppler

Unsigned rhyme sayers and punk rockers

Stole the show freestylin’ outside the concert

It’s the myth, the music, the legend and the monster

2^nd cousins and your step mom heard

This ain’t the 1^st, 2^nd or 3^rd time we’re out here

Puttin’ down the paint, writin’ out our own fate

Blurrin’ the line between what it is and what it ain’t

I cross the streets when the streets cross me

When there’s somethin’ to be said, it won’t be said softly

We’re dancin’ with the circumstances, takin’ time like we have it

On tour, and everbody keeps askin’

Chorus

Where you from? Who do you know?

Where ya been? Where’re ya bout to go?

I tell’em everywhere and back and we won’t settle

Until our name’s at the top of the globe

Where you from? Who do you know?

Where ya been? Where’re ya bout to go?

I tell’em everywhere and back and we won’t settle

Until our rent’s paid in full

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These super-villains wanna be the last with laughter

But I’ma be the first, middle, last, before and after

‘Bout to go Enter-The-Dragon-Bruce Lee on these actors

Either ya let’em know or let the screen saver get the action

We shake the moment before we let go of it

Refuse to rent the dream before ownership

So it goes, kid. Can’t afford to lose focus

The team went supreme after I fired the coaches

This isn’t for you if you can’t jump the gun

And ain’t ok not knowin’ where your next check is comin’ from

They’ll call ya crazy, irrational, and full of it

They’ll call ya around 4am just to have somethin’ to do with ya

Chunkin’ 40g a year just to school it up

For 40g I’ll show you school isn’t enough

We got a spot in the van, kid. Let’s hit the road.

You’ll hear’em say wherever we go…

Chorus

Where ya goin’ homie? I think ya lost me

I heard they got you played out like Paliachi

Today you wouldn’t find me near the theatre

Got this coffee shop on lock, holdin’ the key like Pavarotti

The delivery’s on time even when the flight’s late

Already got my piece, this is for the pie tray

Let’em hear it, let’em see it, let’em feel it

Make’em reach for somethin’ more than the ceiling

Musician’s grandson, bi-racial love child

Droppin’ more English than foreign film festival subtitles

It’s why I write, it’s why I smile

It’s why I look you in the eye and say I’m gonna be here awhile

“Goin’ places” is how this thing goes

Sittin’ in Minneapolis, singin’ over Brooklyn ringtones

The sound says it all, shouldn’t be a question

But still everybody’s pressin’

Chorus