Where You From

Song: Where You From

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/where-you-from

They only say the city’s a jungle when they’re not from it

Haven’t seen a kid hustle somethin’ else outta something

Wouldn’t say keep it clean if they never done dirt

Somehow smart went from fasho to not sure

We’re off the radar, but on the Doppler

Unsigned rhyme sayers and punk rockers

Stole the show freestylin’ outside the concert

It’s the myth, the music, the legend and the monster

2^nd cousins and your step mom heard

This ain’t the 1^st, 2^nd or 3^rd time we’re out here

Puttin’ down the paint, writin’ out our own fate

Blurrin’ the line between what it is and what it ain’t

I cross the streets when the streets cross me

When there’s somethin’ to be said, it won’t be said softly

We’re dancin’ with the circumstances, takin’ time like we have it

On tour, and everbody keeps askin’

Chorus

Where you from? Who do you know?

Where ya been? Where’re ya bout to go?

I tell’em everywhere and back and we won’t settle

Until our name’s at the top of the globe

Where you from? Who do you know?

Where ya been? Where’re ya bout to go?

I tell’em everywhere and back and we won’t settle

Until our rent’s paid in full

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These super-villains wanna be the last with laughter

But I’ma be the first, middle, last, before and after

‘Bout to go Enter-The-Dragon-Bruce Lee on these actors

Either ya let’em know or let the screen saver get the action

We shake the moment before we let go of it

Refuse to rent the dream before ownership

So it goes, kid. Can’t afford to lose focus

The team went supreme after I fired the coaches

This isn’t for you if you can’t jump the gun

And ain’t ok not knowin’ where your next check is comin’ from

They’ll call ya crazy, irrational, and full of it

They’ll call ya around 4am just to have somethin’ to do with ya

Chunkin’ 40g a year just to school it up

For 40g I’ll show you school isn’t enough

We got a spot in the van, kid. Let’s hit the road.

You’ll hear’em say wherever we go…

Chorus

Where ya goin’ homie? I think ya lost me

I heard they got you played out like Paliachi

Today you wouldn’t find me near the theatre

Got this coffee shop on lock, holdin’ the key like Pavarotti

The delivery’s on time even when the flight’s late

Already got my piece, this is for the pie tray

Let’em hear it, let’em see it, let’em feel it

Make’em reach for somethin’ more than the ceiling

Musician’s grandson, bi-racial love child

Droppin’ more English than foreign film festival subtitles

It’s why I write, it’s why I smile

It’s why I look you in the eye and say I’m gonna be here awhile

“Goin’ places” is how this thing goes

Sittin’ in Minneapolis, singin’ over Brooklyn ringtones

The sound says it all, shouldn’t be a question

But still everybody’s pressin’

Chorus