Welcome To MKE

Song: Welcome To MKE

Album: Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/welcome-to-mke

Last name “To Death”. First name “Fresh”.

Coastin’ down Brady with that man Jon Resch

Got them big spokes spinnin’ on that black gearless,

But don’t ask me where the brakes, homie. The gear’s fixed.

Flagrant, Riverwest affiliated.

If she ain’t got a sleeve, then I can’t date her.

In the land’a tattoos and bad news, I keep skatin’

On these pilgrims tryin’ to pace with the Weekend Natives.

The streets get faded when the sky runs dark

Colors run bright and stars shine from afar

Heard Cut Up was playin’ somewhere at some bar,

But Jimmy Cababa was spinnin’ right next door.

We go Up & Under, never run par

Victory or plunder, the city’s still ours

And you ain’t takin’ over ‘less your name is Bizzon

Ladies, go home or come hard.

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Chorus

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,

To the dreamer’s dream

Welcome Welcome. Welcome,

To the place to be.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,

To the MKE.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,

To the party.

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Westside keep slangin’ rocks on rocks on rocks.

Me and Yury keep goin’ shots on shots on shots.

Tell your girls 2 minutes, meet us in the front.

It’s the pre-party, already neighbors called the cops

We gotta skate, one more noise complaint

And this city’s gonna have me hangin’ debit in the bank

This town’s number in the country for segregation.

Cops roll by and I can taste it.

Where dress code’s just another filter for skin tone

Inner-city kids go to Mequon to enroll

Net gross, ebb & flow, gentrified to the soul

Diversity gets sold, black gets the back door

Brown, white and latino color code at the club

I’m just tryin’ to hit the Red Room, Double Drop dubstep

We give negative fucks for your door charge

Tyrone’s spinnin’ at MOCT. Let’s go y’all.

Chorus

Now, Mr. Monahan booked the show just to bartend it

Got the whole Radio Milwaukee on the guest list

Taarik droppin’ beats with the Fresh Cut Collective

I don’t know what I’ll remember tomorrow, take a pic and text it

Get jealous, just because you ain’t here

The night ain’t even started and we’re on our 8^th beer

I can’t keep up, I haven’t hit the stage yet

Tell Wiley to keep spinnin’, this might take a sec

I haven’t seen a scene go beast and this crazed

Since I was in Racine with Brandon at the Old School Way

It’s already too late, cast call, I can’t cower

I gotta let the colors shine. Ricky Fowler.

Hands down, blue ribbons up.

Amerikas addicted, get pissed or get love.

It’s the takeover, and we takin’ back ours.

Beast mode or get gone.

Chorus