Guitar Gyro

Song: Guitar Gyro

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/guitar-gyro

Minus 3 and I’m still fantastic
I don’t answer questions, I ask’em

I set the record without the practice

Before cats talk to me, they wanna talk to Sampson

I roll with a crew of Muslims, Jews, and Roman Catholics

Strictly coffeeshop hoppin’ & weddin’ crashin’

Tag along if you wanna follow

But take heed when outsiders holla “cuidado”

No slogan, no motto, just the code of the samurai

Runnin’ use to get the job done, but now ya have’ta fly

And I been finished

Must be why they singin’ “Hold up,  wait a minute”

I do what I want, and I do it very well

So much, the IRS hunts me down with Sentinels

So say word, but don’t snitch

Couldn’t get a peep out me even with Detective Sippowitz

They takin’ me in as family , next’a kin

They takin’ you in for questionin’

Askin’ me my ethnicity doesn’t bother me

Jaws and panties drop, when I tell’em I’m an aqua teen

Homie your off the team, I’m startin’ lineup

Outta sight, outta mind, but I’m still on your ipod

-Word to Verb X

These rappers talkin’ urgent like somebody’s girlfriend

But I ain’t on the clock, so I’m flippin’ both birds

And even if I was, I’m flippin’ both birds

Steady runnin’ your mouth, but you ain’t getting’ no where

Got a whole lotta beef and it ain’t kosher.

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CHORUS

(High Five) if you ain’t keepin’ it real

(Down Low) cos you’re too busy keepin’ it trill

(Middle) gimme skin like Buffalo Bill

Rockin’ shows around the globe

(High Five)  when I step up in the coffeeshop

(Down Low) Makin’ rent more often than not

(Middle) DopeFresh like it’s my job

Cos if I don’t, then nobody will

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It ain’t payback if you don’t got a debt

And you can’t holla back if I haven’t holla’d yet

-ya’ll got it backwards, that’s for damn sure

Askin’ questions and don’t wanna hear the answers

I run rings like the Green Lantern

You runnin’ rings like Saturn

Back where you started and you can’t get passed it

Fastest or faster, it doesn’t matter.

I make deals over lunch go down

To make the wheels on the short bus go round

-At your local disco lounge

No flier, just the word’o mouth

Connectin’ the dots, School House Party Rock

Grocery Cart surfin’  thru the parkin’ lot

Not not not-normal and I’ll never be

Get use to it, or join my (the) ex-girlfriend’s team

Streetlights burnout and stars fade

First time I felt the shine was at the Arcade

Skinny twelve year old, schoolin’ twenty-somethins

Killer Instinct, ultra combos by the dozen

With my big brother hired by the YMCA

Pops wasn’t around , so he had to fill the empty space

And since then, its been on

Haven’t looked back, cos there’s only one direction

-Yea, take your best title shot

I swept thru the goons just like the final boss

Check your girlfriends phone, I’m the number last dialed

Your full monty and half my style

I wanna give’em something to jive to

But these emcees wanna tournament fight like Rival Schools

So give it up, hands up, Jive Turkey

Heard bird ain’t the word, since ya heard me

CHORUS