Royce White

Song: Royce White

Album: [Bonus Track] Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 28, 2012

ref: https://soundcloud.com/toussaint-morrison/royce-white

Real talk, hands down fists up

Black power to the people in the district

I’ma take it there, the place ya can’t go

Where they fight day to night, Ginu and Afro

My skin’s hardened, but I’m not six man

I speak a frequency similar to a low pitch blast

I’m the Avenger off screen you don’t see. Vision.

Get Milwaukee, go buck, go Bizzon

Feel it before your hear it, listen before you fear it

I’m in your city down your block and I ain’t even near

Been outta town cos’ that’s how I’m getting’ down

Gotta leave when you gotta breathe, fight for it or drown

Money underneath and on the table couldn’t pose a done deal

When your whole city’s talkin’ sideways and uphill

They sayin’ “I can only imagine how it must feel,

Born on the border”. The life of a Dunpeal

Either you run scared or come real in plain sight

I walked the opposite direction when they joined the flight

Had to leave town just to get my aim nice

It’s got me feelin’ like Royce White

Chorus

We got to- we got to- we got to

Find a way outta here

There must be- there must be- there must be

Some way outta here

Minneapolis- Mi- Minneapolis…

Raccoon City gritty, but I’m live on arrival

Even with no umbrella, the sound’s goin’ viral

Movin’ like a cyclone, coursin’ through your iPhone

It’s goin’ somethin’ like elections in Cairo

Unprecedented, for the people, for the rightful

We serfs in the streets like Teen Wolf and Styles

Hated, triple excommunicated

Hijackin’ your buzz bandwagon at the gas station

I ain’t waitin’, if I got the shot, I’m gonna take it

Worse that could happen is the press writes Nathan

I make no amends, the slate’s out my hands

You could clean it if you wanna, either way I ain’t goin’ to bed

I been packin’ for the road I have to answer

And the future that can’t happen ‘less I step from where I’m standin’

No goodbye, I’ll see ya soon. I made the choice tonight.

To relocate the faith, I’m on that Royce White

Chorus

I’m back to the future, while I got the present wrapped up

And soundin’ like Hall & Oates with Oakenfold and Daft Punk

They don’t want the conference, they want their stats up

I never played for less than the title of champion

You play the numbers, we play Cool Al Lover

And get Ravishing Rick Rude to your mother

It’s funny, I laugh it up while y’all can’t understand

The sponsor’s the only winner at the battle of the bands

Buzz all you want to, give it an updo

We ‘bout to run the school, you can keep the lunchroom

I’m used to the scrutiny I can’t avoid

Although it had me cursin’ at your writers worse than Will McAvoy

This city’s buried under 6 inches of cold blood

I’m goin’ 35 south and can only go up

They say I’m doin’ wrong, claimin’ I’m nothin’ nice

But I know I’m goin’ right, you know what it is

Chorus