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Monday, September 30, 2013

Pep Rally

Song: Pep Rally
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: https://soundcloud.com/toussaint-morrison/pep-rally


I heard a ruckus in the hall, so I stepped out the classroom
Told’em “Could you pipe down!? I’m tryin’ to take a test here”.
They turned around and started laughin’ out loud
And then some guy shouted “Pep Rally Poindexter!!!”
Shucks. I ran back, turned in my paper,
Sprinted to my locker to grab my inhaler
Sent a snapchat to the entire science club
And we rolled up in that mother like the Sweater Vest Mafia

Sophomore flexin’. My game is textbook.
And no that’s not a metaphor, ladies if you’re interested
We’ll be at the bowling alley after the rally
For an arcade battle and a new high-score to tally
Laugh now, but tomorrow you’ll be sorry
Cos someday these bullies are gonna be workin’ for me
“Geek For Life”, a title most can’t carry
But if you’d like to try, we can get binary in the library
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Chorus
Nobody’s fuckin’ with my R.E.P.
And you can dream on it
I’m gonna be who I’m gonna be
I put my team on it
Hold up, role call
Who’s the freshest of them all?
Hold up, role call

Who’s the freshest of them all?

New Crush

Song: New Crush 
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
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She said “But you don’t look black”.
I was like “Yeah…
Do you need a name for everything you’re lookin’ at?”
She was like “Trill…
Cos when I look at you I feel my heart movin’ fast”
I was like “For real?...
Cos against a mirror I don’t know who I’m lookin’ at”.
She said “Look’a here…

The reason we say struggle is the odds are against you
The past isn’t past, it’s just somethin’ that we’ve been through
It’ll come around again even if you’re careful
And leave you on the other side of the glass to stare through
There’s no bottom when it comes down to it
They got us six feet and diggin’ deeper to prove it
Words speak less and got the game so diluted
That when you stand your ground, they wanna call it a movement

The world turns but to no revolution
The streets resolve to no resolution
But I can feel it, a storm’s brewin’
And even if they cut my tongue, my action’s will still speak fluent
Violence begets my expressions
These teachers mistake my anger for adolescence
However this goes down, I just want you to know
I can serve as your reflection even when the mirror won’t

“I love you”… it’s for amateurs and the soaps
I’m fully willin’ to do what the words don’t
The skies change, but the feelin’ won’t fade
When you’re in the face of death before the 12th grade
We’re the future reborn
No Doc, no Marty, no Bishop, no Forge
Don’t call it teen anxt,
But I’m crushin’ on ya like Chicago beneath Megatron’s waist
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The color of my heart
Is the brown from your eyes
It beats like a street fight after dark
Look out, look out, look out
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Chorus
Now, I won’t lie
But I got a crush
And it’s on you
Yeah, it’s on you
No dancin’ around
I’ll get straight to the point
I wanna rock with you
I wanna rock with you
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I used to love to watch things tear apart
Especially when I could say it was my fault
The moon got me lifted so high up
I thought I was above the fires I set. Pride talks,
But ain’t enough to ride happily
While you’re spinnin’ fairytales into Greek Tragedies
But when I saw you in the hallway between classes
Lookin’ finer than a machine that kills fascists

You turned this villain’s heart from the darkside
To studyin’ parkside, stratification, apartheid
Seminole Wars and social justice more than part-time
Made plans to get tattoos that read brown pride
Aside from the struggle
I’m not afraid to walk away and still love you
Don’t call it teen angst
But I’m crushin’ on you like the undead standin’ up against Frey


Chorus

The Ballad of Rad Campbell

Song: The Ballad of Rad Campbell
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/the-ballad-of-rad-campbell


I heard a scream in the night
And coulda swore they were tryin’ to call ya
Some kind of call to prayer without the light
I waited for you, but you never showed up
So when the sirens and the gunshots followed
Before you could answer
I decided the next time I call you
I won’t wait before I take action

Just because I believe it, doesn’t mean it’s there
But I see what’s goin’ on
A village that would first shout prayers into the night air
Before we’d call 911
It’s not a bird or a plane
It’s Rad Campbell

Police’n police like a better built game
Handcuffin’ authority to integrity by the waist
N-n-n-n-n-n-not for long ‘til the next call
Cos folks still think bullets hault in the name of
God. It’s no loss but crushed menthols
Shadow boxin’ the smoke, throwin’ jabs at a brick wall
For fun, to entertain the inevitable when the night falls and
Flood shadows to dusk

I work between the law and the dirt
It’s technically the same thing, but I’m at a loss for words
I always think about ya even when I’m at my worst
Crackin’ jaws and windows, pressin’ against nerves.
Where did your daydreams go,
When you found out your middle class was a placebo?
That your job was benfettin’ more prisons than people
Did you pull out a five-dollar bill and call it your equal?

No GPS, I see through the maze
I graduated from the school of Dr. Strange
They pullin’ strings to put my style on trial- John Foggerty
And only call me “Rad” when prefaced with “Totally”
There’s no guidebook on how to live
When you’re comin’ up in the Riverside Plaza strip
I watched the price of life drop with every sunset
So, I keep the stock up enforcing the cost of biz
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Chorus
No Muhammad, Buddha or Jesus
Could save this city from itself in the evening
All eyes set on the wrong prize
I won’t wait for someone to do what’s right

I never bought your rendition of
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
I’ll set fire to every wall while I’m
Breathin’, breathin’, breathin’, breathin’
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Straight off the coast of Genosha
I’ve seen the Apocalypse twice- no bluff
Trust me, you don’t want a damn thing to do with it
The way it’s goin’, you won’t need cable to know the future’s dim
I shift the foundation of any house I’m in
Broken homes, apartments, House of M
My expectations are weary
When the big pictures movin’ like it was painted by Kawajiri

Midnight, streetlight, post up
I fade into the backdrop and turn into no one
And spring to action when the weapons get drawn out
And eliminate the threat before the bodies get hauled out
They pit the poor against each other to collide with guns
And gave the referees nines and the right to hunt,
Lie, cheat, steal
The time has come to backhand’em with a neon biker glove


Chorus 

Driving With Kid Fresh

Song: Driving With Kid Fresh
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/driving-with-kid-fresh


Swirvithan in the flesh,
If ya heard of me before then I might let you call me Fresh
Quadruple entendre, I’m danger on the track
Don’t get me hyphenated like L’Goodling-Splatt
Baby, I got my space and I don’t look to give it up
So, if you’re lookin’ for a ride, I’d be happy to pop the trunk
Oooook, there I go again actin’ rude
I’ll let you hop into the passenger side and cruise

With the trillest super-villain this side of the mass hysteria
You’re lookin’ to get lost, I’ll be happy to help ya get there
But I hope that you don’t mind a pit stop or two while I carry ya
I gotta make a drop to my homie in Latveria
Scarlet Witch-Craft in my hands
When you see the mph hit 88 try to relax
Buckle up because we’re headed to the days of future past

Born to outrun fate, future and law
A curse without a cause
A speeding blur between the lines
We drew for good. He’s…
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Chorus
Ridin’ Leviathan.
He’s ridin’ Leviathan
And he drives- drives- drives- drives
Drives- drives- drives…
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No lover, next of family or kin
Because the kid can’t lose what the fed can’t win
Y’see I started on the hardest and I never touched beginner
So, I do not understand you when you ask me how to steer it
In the fifth gear on a sharp turn, I cut it like my dinner
With a healthy disregard for life and instinct on killer
The sound you hear won’t be above a whisper
When we pass you on the track, because my engine is a ninja

Race to the death, don’t instigate it
I keep my shades HD, and my ride pixelated
Yes, I’m on the track paved by Kavinsky
With a 1982 model from Wylie
150cc’s of verb and warp-speed
Couldn’t find a better combination with Vanelope
Von Schweetz ridin’ with Swizzle Malarkey
Tape deck set to Biz Markie

Don’t blink, forever is a lie
We’re told so we’ll compromise
Our chances, surely we’ll lose them for good
Unless we hit the road

Chorus

This city’s always dark
You can’t tell the night from day
Baby, this ain’t a game
Even though only change plays
They put a curfew out
You heard they’re lookin’ for a renegade
Outlaws tag the walls…
“Fresh Lives”


Chorus 

Driving With Jillian

Song: Driving With Jillian
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/driving-with-jillian


Sherman’s house, after-bar
4am and I’m gone
She says she’s tired of blow
I said let’s hit the road

My civic’s tied up somewhere near the Stonefly
I hope you got wheels to joyride
She hopped into a car twice the size’a mine
V8, Jaguar- oh my

This city’s up all night, I’m tryin’ to keep up
But she’s a means of breakin’ men over their wants
I need this escape as much as you do
Let’s ride until we both come to

I… I don’t want you to get it mistaken for somethin’ else
I wanna get to know ya
Tell me… where ya from and what you do and most of all what’s your name
She said “Jillian” and I said
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Chorus
Drive, Drive, Drive, Jillian Drive
Drive, Drive, Drive, Jillian Drive
Drive, Drive, Drive, Jillian Drive
Drive, Drive, Drive, Jillian Drive
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Sexy and strange
A conversation not for the faint of heart
Headed back to her place
At a time of night that’d make you wonder who you are

Words can’t fail us now
We’ll let the sunrise bare the truth of imperfections in the morn
We know better than to ruin the future with now
I’d leave this town with you in mind

I wanna hold you closer than my denim, I must admit
I don’t care if I’m out of line
We can make a break and leave right now and make the road our home
I fantasize of us gettin’ lost while you

Chorus

There’s a Jag in the jungle- in the jungle
And I hear she’s crazy like a fox…


Chorus

Prom So Hard

Song: Prom So Hard
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/prom-so-hard


Baby, it goes la-la-la-la
We’ll make it even if my Honda stalls
Break out your new camera
We’ll post pics before we go to the ball
Black tux, all white limousine
Upstagin’ New Year’s Eve
Fashionably late, but we’re still in first
I’m feelin’ like Thanos, I’m on top’a the universe

My date: 11.5-ish
Plus she got the super-villain status
Homie, step your red-carpet game up
Everybody’s got their phazers set to stun
On my suit-and-tie shit, goin’ hard in the rental
Ooooh, and about to top-rock in these dress shoes
Bboy in the middle of this dance circle
Girl, we got the ride all night- what curfew

No rules, anything goes
Got a hotel room and some clean clothes
Bring it in for the real thing. We made it.
A toast to the good life after graduation
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Chorus
Midnight and you right next to me
So close that I can’t hardly wait
We’re gonna get down
Rocksteady
No school to tell us we’re ready
We’re gonna get down
With the ceiling
No law to tell us where to fit in
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Look who decided to show up
Ten sheets to the wind, already toe up
Them varsity blues turned to hard in the booze
And now the football squad’s doin’ the electric boogaloo
During the slow dance, baby, let’s go dance
Fresh just emptied out a second whole flask
In the punch bowl, a hundo proof of Dope Fresh
About to blow the sober lid off’a this program- whoa

It’s too late to go back,
It’s a quarter past H.A.M. and about to go rad
Glee club, math team, brougham
We assemble like avengers, but we only know bad
Man, I’m so Deion
Even my girl corsage neon
You see them bright blues, pinks and greens on
Shinin’ like Miami nights, who needs dawn

Vice City, bitch- Vice- Vice City, bitch
Shake that dress, girl, like you didn’t pay for it
These are fast times, and we celebratin’ it
Whether you breakin’ bad, or breakin’ bread

Chorus
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Bridge
Vice City, bitch- Vice- Vice City, bitch
Shake that dress, girl, like you didn’t pay for it…

Prom so hard that my tux might forfeit…
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Chorus

Riverwest Kids Do It Better

Song: Riverwest Kids Do It Better
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/riverwest-kids-do-it-better


I cut it closer than razor thin
Procrastinate and turn the paper in
Take a square and change the shape of it
And get it poppin’ in spring like Claritin
Now, lookout- don’t be fooled by the letterman’s jacket
My fleet’s elite, we spin, slang and rap well
Runner’s up in your athletic antics
But the streets still sing “Go Dactyls”

Trillmont, we ain’t hard to spot
Breakdance battlin’ in the movie theatre parking lot
We bring the ruckus and the noise complaints
Cos we don’t give a fuck about your ordinance
Put them pastels back in the closet
If it ain’t neon, then I can’t rock it
If they ain’t adidas, they I ain’t walkin’
I brough the style back, baby- fresh out the coffin
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Pre Chorus
Riverwest, straight out the nest
Only the strong and the fly survive
Riverwest, straight out the nest
Where the avenues and the streets don’t lie
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Chorus
Riverwest Kids do it better (better)
Riverwest Kids do it better, owwww
Riverwest Kids do it better (better)
Riverwest Kids do it better, owwww
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No need for HD, my sound is lossless
Wav if ya see me, girl I might log in
I make it rain from my soundcloud so often
That ya can’t follow ‘less you pack galoshes
Yeah, and we settin’ the pace, kid
For diversity amidst segregation
A model for the future and how it could be
Cos real change don’t trust the MPD

I keep it on the move after-school, can’t wait
If the library’s closed, then it’s the Fuel CafĂ©
Center Street grindin’ the Brooklyn way
Confrontational with half a smile on my face
Check the date. Know what?
It’s time to hit that Local Friday at the co-op
Rock n’ roll up, no bus, no fuss
Cos I’m bikin’ on a Wyatt. Hola.

My pedals rotate rotate
Winter don’t scare long as Humbolt’s tame
Keep that snow plow straight cos I’m on my way
Cos Trillmont don’t sleep on snow days
The rest of the city can wait
The minute they slippin’, homie, we skate like Adam Banks
You think this is the hood? Fascinatin’
You ain’t even seen the north side of segregation

Chorus

Go Bgirl go, dope fresh.
Go Bboy go, dope fresh.
Go DJ go, dope fresh.
Go Wylie go, dope fresh.


Chorus

Iowa Gurl Rock

Song: Iowa Gurl Rock
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/iowa-gurl-rock


You wanna finish what you started
You came to the right place
Them girls that you came with, you might have to part with
Dependin’ how this thing shakes.
Wawautosa, Kenosha
Oconomowoc is in the house
And a few other cities
With indigenous names I can’t even pronounce

We ‘bout to set this right without a front-yard fist fight
And get right down to business, everybody just sit tight
We ‘bout to set the record for all time
And Badger these Hawkeyes
It’s got my blood already rushin’ like five Advil
Steppin’ in our house actin’ like the mayor of Niceville
Treatin’ me like I’m Ralph, but I’m trill
And we’re movin’ more booze than Clydesdales

That dude pukin’ in the bathroom- that’s your team.
You flyin’ with the Dactyls now. No mercy.
Superman, you ain’t even third string,
Plus you up against some Frank-Miller Bruce Waynes.
Now, you could play it cray or you could go and play it tame
Play it how you wanna, this is the M-K
Easy. The good land with bad reason
We livin’ the dream and might let y’all lease it

Before the situation blew up the spot
Gavels dropped, and the volume got turnt up
I said, “What’s the leg that you got up on us?”
He said, “Oh, you didn’t know. Iowa gurls rock.”
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Chorus
The dude abides
The dude abides
Ames done proved me wrong, gurl
Cos you do it right.
The dude abides
The dude abides
Honestly, I ain’t a fan of your team,
But I like your side
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With so much drama in the M-K-E
It’s kinda hard bein’ K-I-D
Fresh, young and black in a city full of crooked police
Trillmont, the school that grew from the street
Just understand the swimmin’ pool that you jumpin’ in, cousin
And I go hard in the mufuckin’ chlorine
Milwaukee homefield, this ain’t your cornfield
You’re in the house of Jack Daniels and protein

Hold the whole wheat, you don’t get a mock trial
For the quiz bowl clutch, fifty meter freestyle
Wild Dactyls. Peace to Rock Rapids,
But round here, we hunt lions for breakfast.
I’ll give you this though, I didn’t see it comin’
But them women that you brought are hotter than a stolen Hummer
In the summer, carryin’ three keys padlocked.
Break me off a piece of that Iowa Gurl Rock.

Chorus

GameTime Mahoney, homie- what’s up, brah.
South Dakota dude, but I still rep Iowa
Tri-State Fly, haters always gonna hate.
So, why resort to violence, when we can keg race
And what’s this talk about the women that we’re with
Kid Fresh- bro, there’s no room for misogynists
My friends are visitors, be a righteous host
Get your team, pump the tap, and come at me bro

GameTime, we make it swing like a Golden Axe
Trillmont, flannels off, morals rolled back
No need for instagram when you got Adobe swag
Unify the party- ch’yeah, that’s totally rad
Legislative power to the people
Can’t trust cops, they shoot more than the streets do
The only time is party time- we’re declarin’ it
Now, get in this rotation and smoke this D’Squarius


Chorus 

West Benders

Song: West Benders
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released June 18, 2013
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/west-benders


You could climb to the top of the mountain
Kiss the sky, make love to the valley
Hit the spot ‘til your first name’s daddy
It’s nowhere I ain’t been

Mysterious don’t misunderstand
Careful who you call the better man
I burn it down just because I can
I’m a dien’ breed
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Chorus
Ooooh
Yeah
I said your god can’t save me
Because the West Bend made me

Set’em up, I’ll knock’em down
High or low, I’ll stand my ground
Go to work, lay my queen
Reachin’ for the dream
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Go and take it to the other side
Pay the debt with another crime
Do the dirt however you decide
It’s nothin’ I ain’t seen

I do what I want
I live free
No woman or law
Gone tell me how to be
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Chorus
… Can’t get enough of the dream
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The world’s spinnin’ so fast
You’d think by now we’d crash
I’m here enjoyin’ the ride
Don’t doubt that I’ll be gettin’ mine- gettin’ mine
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Chorus

… buildin’ a staircase to the dream