After School Alter Ego

Song: After School Alter Ego

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/after-school-alter-ego

Compose yourself, homie, hit the inhaler

Stop actin’ like your life’s at stake here

Well, it kinda is. I ain’t gonna lie.

These some Bad Dudes. Man, you gonna die.

But you listen to me close and follow what I say

You got a chance of makin’ it outta here to the next stage

Lesson one, don’t over estimate a punch

Use your feet: kick, run and jump

The streets ain’t safe no more

Nowadays I ain’t so sure

They write it off as urban folklore

But there’s somethin’ lurking in the shadows and it came for war

Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t know how to lose

So honestly, I’d strike first before they do

Watched these cats beat a kid for fun

Went upside his head with an oil drum

Keep a low pursuit, and be cool honey bunny

Some of’em are on the roof and jump from it

Whatever you do, don’t talk to any females

There’s chicks in the gang and they’re violent as hell

I’d say somethin’ cliché like “game over” if I wasn’t just around the corner

I’m on my way, try not to panic

And meet me at the Matin Garage in a flash, kid.

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Chorus

Within the eyes of the twin dragon

Remains the heart of a warrior

Their rivals cast shadows on the sun

And it won’t stop ‘til the war is won

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Here we go, I’m up high, you keep low

If you hit’em once, make sure you combo

Lay back on my signal or shout

Cos it’s about to get flipped out

Forgot to add around last June

They beat the shit outta Donny for his prom shoes

Stay close and do what you wan’ do

But don’t get yourself killed tryin’ to be a Tom Cruise

You got a lot of EXP,

With all the wrong moves

But, you’re now rockin’ with the K-I-D

I’ll bring the carbs, you bring the juice

Dust off them black rims ‘fore you go in blind

You might catch a bad one with a sword or pipe

They powered up this morning overdosed on life

Ready to kill a man with a throwin’ knife

You could pour in the change, but the more it’s the same

I was born in the game not foreign to gangs

Or the ill behavior

Couldn’t save these streets with Haggar for a mayor

Just when I thought we’d pull this off

Almost made it to the end of the block

An old man by the name of Chin jumped out

And said you two look lost

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Threw dude through a wooden crate

To show’em where I’m from: Streets Of Rage

Got the homeboy, Juice, home safe

But look’a here, we gotta make an exchange

I need a tutor for the semester

And you need afterschool protection

Get me on the Dean’s list

And I’ll show you how to Hurricane Kick

Warriors of Fate,

Different textbooks, same page

A week past, and all was cool

Until a cat moved into town named Ranzou

Chorus