Uppercut

Song: Uppercut

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/uppercut-feat-homeless

CHORUS

Whether or not you like it

This one flies with

The bullets and the high kicks

Get off or ride with

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Lights on, not wired, no Current, no cry

Just a title, name, and date and jpeg online

No complainin’ if your game got tired

Love is only comin’ half-circle in this arcade hot fire

Baby, drop the smile. Put a lighter to the passive puns.

Don’t know where you paid to get your temporary balance from.

A city of cowards in clocktowers with gatlin guns

But only mufucka shootin’ here is Adam Dunn,

Or definitely Eli on the b-side

Got a little more than buzz outside the beehive

And when its feelin’ like it’s goin’ all for nothin’

It’s always somethin’ that kicks my blood from stand still to runnin’

And these Pumas were meant for jumpin’

And this music was meant for my crew to jump with

This lifetime was meant for my people to dubstep

And I’m livin’ in the moments that were only meant to grin and say “fuck it”

‘Cos many better men walk when somethin’s up

But still know how to chiggidy check in a chin with a Tiger Uppercut

It’s more than understood enough isn’t enough

But it’s a free refill- get your cup

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(Homeless Verse)

Didn’t need a stain remover, got my blues removed

Stickin’ to them old original reds and whites- Ryu

(Street Fighter fire start a swish with a bic lighter

catch me on the flip side spinnin’ like a used tire)

Now I’ll most definitely see to what I need and have to see to

And make sure my word is heard without speakers to speak thru

(Still testing- testing, 1, 2, 3

One breath from freezin’ to death in January)

Yes, my actions are the only translator

Because tryin’ to read me is like tryin’ to read black Sharpie on black paper

(Thin in the waist, small build in the tank

Playin’ Ruby Lopez chess- I got moves to make)

Just when you thought you had peeled back the very last layer

These snakes’a shed their skin along with the disclaimer

(Strip it down to bare bones buried in your closet

Sell it with a grin and they’ll never know you lost your mind)

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