Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by: Toussaint Morrison
Released June 24, 2014
ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/villain-with-a-thousand-faces
These cops out here
lookin’ like the clone wars
Bred from the same
strain of nothin’ with no heart
Live up to the
folklore is all a villain hopes for
I just wanna watch the
city burn with my cohorts
(Drop) on the track (Run) all day
Caught between two trains on the railway
Destined to collide
from the get
And every time I make
it out alive, I feel a little less dead
Better than to act
fearless for appearance,
But hey- do what you
gotta do to feel different
(Chop, chop, chop,
chop)
They setup a new
curfew, I set back another
(Clock, clock, clock,
clock)
Don’t threaten me for
anything less than what I got
Your king’s a fuckin’
coward, he’s callin’ in the drones
So I called in 7
homies from Kimon
Slayed the whole cast,
cancel the episode
We only pay the debt
back avenged sevenfold
(Drop, drop, drop,
drop)
Their guard the second
they think we’re gone, that’s when we take the sure
(Shot, shot, shot,
shot)
Hit hard like the Deathstar,
Wylie bring’em out
The moment’s here and
this is right about now
So while you waitin’
for the break-up to say it out loud
The train’s leavin’
town, bromide, hustle up
Hop on or stay with
these egg-shell-walkin’-give-a-fucks
They fear us for our
lack of liability
The size of our dreams
and our unabashed willingness
To run into oncoming
traffic to pursue it
Watch me do what
you’re not doin’
Embracin’ danger as an
immediate family member
I am the message and
the messenger
-
CHORUS
One day, the sun’ll stop
shinin’
And you’ll have to
live without
The city’ll find
someone to blame
But you’ll know who
put it out
The planet will fall
into widespread panic
And I’ll watch
Quietly with the keys
to your faith
And someday I’ll turn
it back on
But not now, not now,
Not now, not now
But not now, not now
Not now, not now
In a while, but now
Not now, not now
Someday, but not now
Not now, not now
-
There’s ice in my
veins, I’m a century young
Baby, I’m straight out
the cryo
Just because my team
can manipulate fire
Y’all wanna go ahead
and call’em pyros
Well I don’t oblige,
so, turn to the right slow
And take the high road
before they put the katana to ya pie hole
You do-gooders losin’
sight
And unless your first
name’s T’Challa, you need to lose the tights
You prove me right
every time I come around
Actin’ like rules
still apply to my block
They ask me when. I
say “Right about now”.
It’s a chip right off
the ol’ RoboCop
Dredd, John Spartan,
the protagonist market
I ain’t buyin’ shit,
I’m just window shoppin’ targets
Soft points, the
family members
They settle for good,
but never aim to do it better
-
CHORUS
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