Medley Deadly

Song: Medley Deadly

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/medley-deadly

1^st Movement

Woke up at a quarter to one

To discover somebody’s bike hangin’ out my trunk

Mysterious accordin’ to some

Unless your name is “Kid Fresh” and about to jump

Into a brand new afternoon, soon different city

Every weekend on stage gettin’ dizzy

Lady luck wants me to sweat’er like Cosby

Meh- I’d like to think that the bullets dodge me

Make it move and stay true, or make it move with deceit

Only had to pay two when it really cost three

Couldn’t handle the rock. Joined the swim team.

But I can handle the rock. B-L-E-N-D.

We get down more than not (often)

You only seen it in pictures (Lochness)

Game over no (stoppage)

Two more quarters and I’m back (watch it)

Man, this is somethin’ straight out of a comic

Best weekend forever (Jobless)

Same soccer team as Jesus and Muhammad

Get’er done, get’er fly, Riverside (Plaza)

Now, who’s that kid they call “Fresh” sometimes

Used to be human until he turned hype

Brought daylight without the sunshine

If ya heard wrong, then ya prolly heard right

Keystone, Carlo Rossi

She ain’t the boss so why she actin’ bossy

Big shot shootin’ looks wit’er posse

Ain’t nuthin’ but a case’a blanks from AmmuNation

Dope Fresh. Watch me.

Gave’er a slow kiss. She got weak.

Now we’re movin’ like Fossi.

Dapper fly as 8^th grade graduation

You say it won’t, I say it might

You say good mornin’, I say goodnight

Wrong move- you’ll be pushin’ daisies like

Disney Yahtzee. No sir, no do-overs

Couldn’t date lady luck without lady fights

Either had to save a mic or do what the lady likes

Dropped both. Had to take a bike

And learn how to ride a mean-cold-low shoulder

2^nd Movement

Only view of the top I ever had was from a distance

Finishin’ sub-bosses, second-to-last missions

Standin’ in the wind- silence.

Fightin’ stance, facin’ my father again- Ninja Gaiden.

My mother walks like we just switched shoes

Now that I’m dealin’ with the dude she had to live thru

Call it family miscues or daddy issues,

There’s somethin’ to a grown man with no plans ya can’t excuse

Certain walls ya can’t emcee thru and

Certain laws that I’ll never keep to

So while these rappers actin’ like they takin’ action, I make the cut

‘til the razor rusts and gots me feelin’ like Jinoo

Never had to lift the steel to fight the power

And I stand out in the crowd like white people at Howard

So, will ya say “love” with your final hour-

And if I’m the first to go, you know it’s without a doubt

Keep you eyes on, eyes on

The fight that fights on

Can’t go chasin’ after before

Eyes on, eyes on

Hands behind curtains

This is more than strings can pull,

or lift, breathe in, and in

The fight that fights on

Keep your eyes on eyes on

Killin more mileage than a city full’a Hondas

On the road less traveled, I walk on

Can’t take the world without a few issues- ask Onslaught

‘Cos right now’s lookin’ like an HBO montage

Wanted to give the full story, keep the theme true

In a game where everybody’s gettin’ by with just a preview

The highlights dim the lies to seem true

When you can sip the world cup with your hands- no review

I’m on demand, but can’t put me on pause

I’m the result’a when you treat your son like a longshot

Only brown kid swimmin’ state meets poolside

Turned a longshot to a loose cannon thru the bull’s eye

Went Metallica on memory bank, had to kill’em all

And hang it up because I don’t need a cell to call.

3^rd Movement

Now if ya can’t rock wit’ it, ya can’t rock wit’ it

But stay confident, ya can’t not get it

It takes a hot minute to change the lost interest

Ladies off limits and games ya stopped winnin’

Hey, I’m not finished if it ain’t off the hinges

They came to plot thicken, we came to drop kick it

Brains got the spinnin’, faces got lifted

Fame’s got an image, you’re playin’ with hot spinach

And I can’t stop grinnin’ amazed and awe-stricken

At the days gone thin and the nights we spend spendin’

Playin’ Scott Pippen- wing men on assistance

Ain’ a job listed we can’t rock the distance

Game on the system like game on women

Rapper’s strung out, might as well gone fishin’

I give’em butterflies- yeah, I been gone swimmin’

To the point of no return, happily lost in it

Now who’s that kid they call “Fresh” sometimes

Rolls through the hood with your girl on your bike

Kicks Spurs like Steve Nash with one eye

Breaks like semis hit the turnpike

Was here before you homie- moccasins

Smoother than smoother than smooth- collagen

Yeah that’s that kid they call “Fresh” one time

Used to be human until he turned hype

Been payin’ dues and I ain’t got tickets

No Linden, no keys, and I’m still lockin’ it

Brought daylight without the sunshine

If ya heard wrong, then ya prolly heard right

Grazie, grazie for the look and the listen

We should do this again sometime and make good

Yeah, I put Toussaint on the track ‘cos he needed attention

Kid Fresh signin’ off- see you on Facebook