Darkside Imperials

Song: Darkside Imperials

Album: Edo

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released June 24, 2014

ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/darkside-imperials

I got it on lock like Rickson Gracie in the late 80’s

My saliva alone has been known to make babies

Pulled up the Honda civic to race your Mercedes

Cos’ the streets and I go back like the late 80’s

My sneaks, the color of edamame, hombre.

I go Westlaw in the court- Kanye

Flow tighter than biker shorts- Francais

Cobrakai in this mufucka- sweep the leg

You could make a personal attack and I’d never feel it

I don’t have a heart, I fake orgasms and breathin’

I rock a v-neck and still get street cred

And go Eddie Gordo on these ladies- feet swept

I’m colder than Ann Coulture in the cold season,

Cursin’ at the homeless after a Tea Party event

So, after party on ‘til you find somebody

And if you don’t- find another party.

I got too many tie-ins on this side of the fence,

So when you shout “Come at me bro!” you get the whole Rebel Alliance.

Even on the I.R., I’d still make a title defense

Cos’ my team don’t play “Price Is Righteous”

My country’ll eat your whole culture like Galactus

Digest the damn thing down to static

Retell your history to students on the campus

Paintin’ my countrymen as captain protagonist

They tell the stories as if they had to happen

And had no other choice but to aim and let’em have it

Break their flagship, make bank off the damage,

Rape the land, and pave it back to old standard.

I’m born outta legacy and circumstance

Tryin’ to squeeze a little bit’a glory from the necromance

Every villain used to follow the law until

The law turned around and called’em a criminal

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Everytime I come around, they ask me where I’m from

I point one finger to the sky at my homeland afar

Now, if ya have to ask- it ain’t your side I’m on

I don’t need votes to count- Baby, I’m a Deathstar

(How’s it sound) Cime pays in America, crime pays in america

(How’s it sound) Cime pays in America, crime pays in america

(How’s it sound) Crime pays in America, crime pays in america

I like my women liberal, and my aim conservative

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Image over truth, illusion over everything

I work it like magic- Jesus and David Blain.

I used to be a rockstart sleepin’ in my car

On tour, turnin’ water into PBR

A derelict wonderin’ where the beat went

Impaired with debt, both feet in the red… sinkin’.

Below and beyond delinquent, outta love

Flippin’ tracks into bandcamp power-ups

It was 7, but now it’s Sinister 6

After Wylie left, and both of our paths cross stitched

On the track, grippin the reins in vein with the power glove

Bouncin’ fire off the wall with the flower touch

Got these sub bosses actin’ bossy while I’m bossin’

While I’m switchin’ lanes, with my girl Daisy, on the ostrich

My issues are black & white- Hartigan

Fuck your politics, my blade is non-partisan

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