Album: Evil Made Easy
Artist: Lazlo Supreme
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 8, 2008
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 3rd
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
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