Hulk

Song: Hulk

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/hulk

Charged up the ride, headed back to Lacrosse again

Gotta see the girl one more time

My destiny’s just around the bend,

And when I slow down, it’s not hard to find

I make good on the give and take

And leave town like a prison break

Coulda been Milwaukee’s best like Beast Light

But I stuck with the fam. Racine for life.

The probability between me and the dream

Is stretchin’ farther than I’d ever have to reach

Although growin’ up is tough enough, it’s not tough as the love

With all the huckabuck and pressure to go out and get a job

And be the thing that everybody thought you’d be while growin’ up

And I am. So, act like you know what’s up

I’m Black Ops showin’ up

On you zombies while the backdrop’s blowin’ up.

Everybody wanna be a tough guy.

My big brother always wanna tell me what’s right,

Even though it’s outta love and rights of passage

Sometimes I wanna slide’em down the bar and break all the glasses

Like that’s it, you got expectations

I’ll bench press’em before I break’em

So while you cry over spilled beer, I don’t sulk

I grab life by the hips and go hulk.

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Chorus

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Call up DJ. We outta here.

I need a new captain of the ship, to steer.

Aye, aye, aye

Now everybody follow my lead,

From Rudy’s to the Maxx to the Old School Way

Now, why you wanna worry about what you can’t control

You should go and do you tonight

Be cool, baby, cool

If it gets out of hand, I will go Steven Seagal a fool, tonight.

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Brassmonkey on Junction, that’s my function

Beast mode off Keystone, no slumpin

Tell me how ya wan’ it, I can crash or crush it

Middle-child wild, I ain’t nothin’ to fuck with

They ask me, “Hulk, how you get tone?”

I told’em I was at the gym all night long

Weightliftin’ my dreams along with yours

If you tried to pick’em up, they wouldn’t leave the floor

While you need to pop the trunk for the gun show.

I’m rockin’ short sleeves- that’s a gun show

There’s only one goal, that’s to come up

I’m goin’ in, somebody hold my nunchucks

I got the one up, I don’t need to one-up

He said I jump kicked him, but that was just a soft punch

With the left-hand. Man, you a puny Banner.

Oh, you didn’t know? Super’s my standard

I’m the man that your girl ain’t seen before

And my girl is the one that you’re feenin’ for

They look at me and they wonder if I am a clone

Of the lost wonder: Colossus of Rhodes

You might’ve seen me in a Halloween wardrobe

Rockin’ a bigger fur coat than Macklemore

All I gotta do is flex, I don’t have to gloat

I’m so cool, I don’t even have to smoke

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Bridge

Now, a pretty young thing pulls up to the bar

Says she wants you to take her back to the pad

Watch ya gon’ do?

SMASH SMASH SMASH

Dude walks in- too cool attitude

Calls you a hipster for drinkin’ Pabst Blue

What ya gon’ do?

SMASH SMASH SMASH

Now, the party’s all good and it’s the place to be

Until the cops roll up askin’ for ID

What ya gon’ do?

SMASH SMASH SMASH

Bar-close and you’re walkin’ back home

And you see a glass bottle in the middle of the road

What ya gon’ do?

SMASH SMASH SMASH

(repeat)

(Chorus)

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Woke up in the shower again,

No harm, no foul, I don’t mind

Last I remember was the Corner Connection

Dirty Douglas ‘til closin’ time

There’s a point in the night when I’m getting’ beast

Where bar tabs don’t exist to me

Time’s an illusion, words don’t mean shit

Nothing’s real unless I can feel it

But when I wake up and look back at all the damage

I see the better man is the one that can manage balance

We credit more destruction than construction to the hammer

And we think the better being of the two is Bruce Banner

Well, let me tell you, the truth is in that handle

At the bottom of the shelf next to the Jack Daniels

Whether you pick it up or not will tell tale

Of what kinda night you want to set sail

Although I’m chill with the kinfolk

I will toss that ass through a plate glass window

Make no mistake, from India to Iowa

I step with the family crest and the Eye of Ra

Quiet type, leader of the pack

You got it fight-or-flight, but baby keep it lax

This is Wisconsin, have a drink, sit

Some call me Hulk, but you can call me Chris.

Charged up the ride, headed back to Lacrosse again

Gotta see the girl one more time

My destiny’s just around the bend

And when I slow down, it’s not hard to find.