The Lynchings In Duluth

Song: The Lynchings In Duluth

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/the-lynchings-in-duluth

June 14^th, 1920

I guess you can’t say that you couldn’t see it comin’

Irene just turned nineteen

On her way to the circus on a Red Summer’s eve

In a small northern town by the name of Duluth

Mostly white, then- Mostly white, now. Truth.

After the show Irene ran to the cops

Said she’d been raped by 6 negroes behind the big top

The city lined up one-hundred and fifty

Of the circus workers Irene saw that evening

She picked out six, they hauled’em downtown

And lynched three of’em to an all-white crowd

They hung’em high, they watched’em die

The physician couldn’t find any signs

On Irene’s body of assault or rape

It gets worse, pass me a drink

-

Chorus

Who am I to you in any light?

Everything prologued to now, and this shit still ain’t right.

Act like you figured it out to help you sleep at night.

I wish Malcolm were around…

Our work’s never done

-

Somebody overheard police chief John Murphy

Say he’s gonna run every negro outta town

So, they fired all the black people from the circus-

Well, fast forward to right now

Minnesota’s number one in racial disparity

The schools have gotten so bad it’s embarrassing

For every twenty-some people of color to get pulled over

One white person gets the same hold up

It’s beyond words, honestly I’m all nerves

In case of emergency, I question who to call first

What’s worst: the discussion’s gone mute

Time passin’ is like an excuse to act aloof

Confrontation turned to Minnesota Nice

And we don’t talk about it ‘til it hits the headlines

No coverage on the Minneapolis northside

When they let the Metro Gang Task Force ride

Yeah, the future’s at stake,

Less than half of these students of color will graduate

They’ll gentrify the hood before they renovate

It gets worse, pass me a drink.

Chorus

They shot Fong Lee, they tazed Quincy Smith

The beat Darrel Jenkins and one out of three lived

I got homies on the force I trust on or off it

But you couldn’t pay me to buy the system’s promise

Some are born on third base, some are born on home plate

Some are born in a homeless shelter

Either you say “Fuck this game”

Or you play with what they dealt ya.

Good talk

Chorus

Lithium

Song: Lithium

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/toussaint-morrison-lithium

If I close my eyes it won’t be for sleep

If I come back, it won’t be for peace

My brother Steve asked me how you hustle harder without gettin’ your hands dirty

I told him “I don’t know, I haven’t planned past thirty”

I courted Death herself, we’re past flirtin’

But told her I can’t go Thanos or mass murder

It’s easy to see hype’s a fast worker

When the audience can’t see past the curtain

Suicide’s on the same side of certain

The only difference is the other doesn’t plan further

I stand firm in the pasture of last worders,

Anticipating fellow working-class servers to go berserker

Table turn the burners, state it firm with purpose

And give it to’em with a vengeance in a whirling durbish

Black everything, black Jack Purcells

A half-a-step away from goin’ Josy Wales

The liquor store turned holy grail

In a middle class heaven built on a homeless hell

And I’m headed to the bar to write, café’s closed

I don’t mind the pub coffee tastin’ luke warm and sinful

I sip slow, they say the end is close

I tell’em what’s the hold up, somebody get it goin’

I got peeps on meth cos’ they can’t afford the heroin

Shin splints walkin’ up and down Lake st.

Rehab and roof, he doesn’t care for it

Smiles, and says he’ll kill a man to make ends meet

I smile back, cos’ it’s my only move

Who am I to keep him from takin’ a nap in a burning room

No one said you had to give a fuck

But don’t act like the gutter’s what you want

-

Chorus

If I close my eyes it won’t be for sleep

If I come back it won’t be for peace

I came to do what I came to do

And that ain’t to prove to the likes of you

-

Ashley says I have a dissociative disorder

I check out at the moment’s it’s most important

So, for now I’ll let crazy call me crazy

Give’er my name, and tell her “Google me, maybe”

Nothin’ short of lighting fires at the gas station

I can introduce to new methods of rehabilitation

Introduce you to the darkside of the darkside of makin’

Decisions that’ll resonate you long after you cremation

This is happening, there’s no damage controllin’ it

The diagnosis doesn’t match the dosage

Save your street credit, I work for the hopeless

Rock-bottom-state-of-mind rollin’ stoners

Turn the volume down and the noise to dead

I can hear you ‘less you speak over the voices in my head

You wanna chat about divine logic

First, explain to me 4-year olds on anti-psychotics

Chorus

Taxi

Song: Taxi

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/taxi

Chorus

Taxi, take me to California

And don’t stop until we hit the border

I wanna see how fast your wheels skate away

And if not then take me to New Orleans

Don’t stop until we hit the corner

Of Magazine & 8^th

Let’s skate away

-

High score holder and all familiar to this losin’ game

Even face to face when we fail to communicate

We exchange shootin’ for each other’s heart for shooint’ blame

And I don’t have the time to watch her try and drag me through the shame

Through the flames I’ve been walkin’, student loans defaulted

Jugglin’ a tour bus and attention spans’ gone despondent

Mom won’t let it be, I tell her wait ‘til the release

I’ll pay her back ten-fold when washin’ dishes won’t appease

Words won’t give her peace, so I stare at the calendar

And plot my date with Los Angeles to crash land the burbs

Hell or Glory- I’ll have nothin’ inbetween

And you’ll stand by it too the day you get used to losin’ everything

And while these rappers make shift and ain’t sayin’ shit

Actin’ outta anger like it’s somethin’ brand new strange or dangerous

They aim just to aim, and won’t aim to hit

When you play love for somethin’ you don’t get, but somethin’ you get away with

Chorus

I speak in the open what their voices won’t let go of

And wouldn’t think to whisper within a workin’ sober moment

I don’t need to blackout to tell her her chances are assed out

And I’m leavin’ with my dignity, skim milk and the damn couch

So, while my peers makin’ babies, workin’ 8 to 6 dailies

I see the life of the North American Dream slowly fade

So, I’m givin’em what their salaries could never buy:

Fire, in a tunnel so far gone without the light

It’s well known the journey into the unknown is nothin’ nice

Grown accustomed to smile and nod, and love the lies

And I would’ve joined the party, but this sound check sufficed

And I still know too many cats that’re quick to say fuck ya life

But still go on when their pride’s too afraid

And try and carry the load when pens won’t move the weight

Broken every single mold that wouldn’t suit their shape

And would lose their mind before they lose their faith- I’m sayin

Chorus

I know they say wherever you are, indeed there you are, but

I wanna step over their status quo and expectations like a low bar, yes

I know they say wherever you are, indeed there you are, but

I know this thing can go further than only so far, yes

Chorus

Late For My Own Funeral

Song: Late For My Own Funeral

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/late-for-my-own-funeral

Ya see that thing up there, it’s called the sky

And I’m gonna give it to you someday, but only when it’s right

You see my time here isn’t long, matter fact I’m already gone.

They buried me yesterday with my backpack and a song

Well first things first, tell Carol she was my earth

I enjoyed the long talks over Szechuan after church,

The long prayers through it all, the long stares at the wall

Makin’ waits to hear your fate from doctors at the hospitals.

And we made it- well at least you did, so tell Jane

She’s the ink for those “World’s Greatest Mom” t-shirt templates

We fought like deadlines, set-backs, age and time

And worked out like deadliner, set-backs, and age and time

Rock on Janer, you last minute lane changer

Combattin’ cancer on the daily all love and no anger.

Tell your daughter, Annie, to take it easy on herself

She’s come farther than her father could ever help.

Yea, I dig that guy, but he’s a sketchy profile,

And I’ll be damned if I’m not the one to walk you down the aisle

I have a few words for Ricky, but we’ll save that for the end

So for now sister, know your brother loves you after death

And I’m still lookin’ for Chase, Jerren Schaden and Doc

Maria Croix, Barb Jones, and Joe Sodd

It’s crazy up here, I’ve been in line since I landed

Fillin’ out paper work to make sure I am who I say I am, but

-

Chorus

What I miss most is your voice

My memory’s still the same even though my life has change

Cos’ what gets me by are the simple joys.

I was late for my own funeral so I could spend the day as a ghost on your shoulder.

-

Anyways, over here the roads are pristine

I only wish I could’ve brought my Honda with me.

That things gonna out live your kid’s kids

So don’t forget, every 60,000 give the transmission fluid the business.

Drive it back to New Orleans, have a hand grenade for me

And kill the hangover with PJ’s in the mornin’

I wanna hear you laughter in the hereafter

Unconditional, no matter where luck steers the dagger

Smile, it may not feel like a lot,

But trust in the end, it’s the only thing you’ve got

I don’t mind that you don’t care, I don’t mind

And I’ll be late for yours too, so I guess it’s only fair

It’s clear you pick the moments you choose to be a father

And I’m guilty of lettin’ my mood determine what I call ya

Derek, Mr. Morrison, Dad whatever it is today

I’m your son, and even in the next that won’t change

But what I miss most is your voice

My memory’s still the same even though my life has changed

What gets me by are the simple joys

I was late for my own funeral so I could spend the day as a ghost on your shoulder…

-

You don’t need to be my father right now,

But as the final hours wind down

Let’s take this walk and put the pride down

And own the moment while we can

You don’t need to be my father right now,

But as the final hours wind down

Let’s take this walk and put the pride down

And own the moment while we can

You gave me my name

You gave me my name

For everything you took

You gave me my name

I take it to the grave

Walk Thru The Wall

Song: Walk Thru The Wall

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/walk-thru-the-wall

Chorus

Doctor-Doom-Sonic-Boom Hot

Cannon for a hand, Dragon Punchin’ through the rooftop

(Chill) Original Captain Africa

Getting’ friend requested by presidents

As I walk thru (the wall)...

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Teamed up like tea cups

And hot water off’a the top of the oven gettin’ steamed up

I know you got a lot’a pride to swallow

But no need to chase it with hatorade out a mean mug

We rock Monday thru Monday

Treatin’ everyday like a Sunday- Willie Beamon

They wanna holla- holla- holla at ya

‘til they catch ya, run game, silly Lehmans

Caught up in a brand new vine

Watchin’ ‘cos they outta time

Thinkin’ we always had it all good

But we started in the slums like Final Fight

Homie, we been here

We ain’t left, to be clear.

These Super Mega

Powers are united for the year

-

Chorus

Doctor-Doom-Sonic-Boom Hot

Cannon for a hand, Dragon Punchin’ through the rooftop

(Chill) Original Captain Africa

Getting’ friend requested by X-Men

As I walk thru (the wall)...

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Super-Trill, one-hit kill

The main ingredient’s droppin’ in

Good cop gone band and gone back

Jea- Donnie Yen

Round-housin’ around it

But I’m’a put’em through the window if he keep on glancin’

Chop down the house with the edge of my hand

Now, we got an understandin’

Y-Y-Yakuza bruising

K-K-K-Kazuya movin’

Through the losers confusin’ the truth as a rumor

And turnin’ the rhymes into ruin

M-M-M-Maneuver scooters

Glidin’, slidin’ by the riot

Smilin’, ridin’ the moment, spinnin’ the spokes

New Jack, Auto Pirate

Yeah, we hold it down

Like paperweights and gravity

We gettin’ crowned

Like sugar teeth and cavities

You talkin’ bullshit, homie.

Hannity.

My mama’s name is Jane

And I’m the calamity

-

Chorus

Doctor-Doom-Sonic-Boom Hot

Cannon for a hand, Dragon Punchin’ through the rooftop

(Chill) Original Captain Africa

Getting’ friend requested by exes

As I walk thru (the wall)...

Sega Genesis

Song: Sega Genesis

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/sega-genesis

A+ and I’m skippin’ the lecture

I wrote a new textbook for the critics to measure

We’re about to take a field trip kids

I’m’a show you how to rob a bank full’a meal tickets

‘Cos standouts don’t get the handouts

Less fans than foes wanna take my band down

I can’t have that, I fired the professor

Financed the record hotwirin’ Vespas

A good lookin’ thief, best believe it

‘Round here wheels don’t turn unless ya steal’em

It’s the best in show, brand new, and appealin’

Brought the house music down along with the ceilin’

Good press, bad press hate alike

Whatever ya do, just make sure you get my name right

You’re A&R couldn’t see me in plain sight

Spelled it out and still couldn’t get my name right

T-O-U-S-S-A-I-N-T

M-O-R-R-I-S-O-N

The emcee that ain’t so emcee

One fifth The Blend to represent

The front man of this punk rock band

I don’t drop grands.

Homie, I drop rent

Collections been callin’ me

So I’m collectin’- gimme all the beats.

It’s the too deep thinkin’, blitzin’ pre-drinkin’

Fashionably always late a free-speakin’

Heart-stopper, dream-killer, the ship-sinker

Crewed up with flame-throwers and hip-swingers

I’m givin’ it as much as I can take it,

And smilin’ as hard as you can fake it

Swingin’ first before aimin’

And I’m takin’ off without the spaceship

Can’t float if ya can’t lift the anchor

Ditch the ball and chain and ya just might make it

Can’t sing it if ya ain’ gone bring it

Posin’ like a pendulum, but ya ain’t swingin’

I pull it off without the pliers

I’m comin’ for the title with the eye of a liger

Ya got alotta gusto comin’ back here

So drink it slow, homie that’s your last beer

I’ll settle this one how I see it

Your goon pound’s thru- goin’ down like GM

The style flexes AM to PM

9 to 5 slaves lookin’ at me like freedom

Yeah, it’s just another day above pavement

For the piece of the puzzle that wouldn’t fit where it’s vacant

The name stays but the face differs

Yesterday was yesterday, ma. I’m a shape shifter

Identity thief for good reason

You’re a fan of the mask, but ya hate what’s beneath it

First-Class Academy of the Chameleons

I dig you too, but your style ain’t worth stealin’

Most’a y’all done lost the cause

Now I’m aimin’ at you and your bosses boss

Who done it? Colonel Mustard

From the clock tower with the sniper rifle, cousin.

Back for the first time ‘cos I never left

I was kickin’ it with Jay-Z and Brett Favre

You can quit the game, but the game don’t rest

And I put that on a MarioKart Star and headstart

Chill. Your name never got brought up

You’re just the antacid. I’m the whole enchilada.

The dream continues, ya can’t stop it

I’m walkin’ with the ghost of Malcolm X and Steve Rogers

Ma, while ya can- enjoy it

And what ya tone. I ain’t ya boyfriend.

Got my name out ya mouth like a rough drink

Sweatin’ me like wedding-day groom cufflinks

Now, while I’m waitin’ for the caffeine to wear off

I got a few moral dilemmas to take care of

Evil and easy, I got’em paired up

And poppin’ like Oxycontin and snare drums

Return Of The Street Fighter

Song: Return Of The Street Fighter

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Homeboy

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 3, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/return-of-the-street-fighter-feat-muggsy-vogues

Sundown and the streetlights are up,

There won’t be a 3^rd round for this Street Fighter’s Cup.

Heart rate bumpin like ya butterflied a 50,

Posin’ like a cattle call audition for Guy Ritchie

Miss me me more ways than 16.

It ain’t a race, homie but it just switched leads.

Got careless and got embarrassed, that’s what he gets

For tryin’ to put the magic back in a cheap trick

Ya cheap trick. Now keep ya head bobbin’

With ya whole corner screamin’ out “sweep the leg Johnny!”

With faith no more than a coin filp

Layin’ down the law with six buttons and a joy stick.

You, yo cousin, yo cousin’s cousin

Bring ya whole crew and don’t forget the coroner

Roundhouse followed by a right blow

Understand the style still remains Saikyo

Goin’ down in flames,

Goin’ down again.

China & Japan, Cowboys at high noon,

Yup, the beef runs deeper than Ken & Ryu.

If I see you online or at the arcade again

You will know my name is the lord

Mother F Dre, Mother F Snoop

Mother F Deathrow, ayo and here comes my left blow

Rockin’ that Hurricane

Kick and I make it rain

Waitin’ for a first move, kid keep waitin’

I make these cats wish they had the patience.

Hip tossed with a lil bit’a sumo

Player 2 meet numero uno

CHORUS

Get it, Get it, Go
Get it, Get it, Go

Watch me Pass By

Do not disrupt the flow

Or else the hands fly

Get it, Get it, Go

Watch me Pass By

Do not disrupt the flow

Or else the hands fly

Hey, don’t tempt me, you don’t wanna see it

I’ll leave this town lookin’ like the good-side’a Cleveland

No need to wonder where the holy thunder’s gone

When I break’em off with the Sh-Sh-Sh-Shaolin Wonder Palm

Where I’m at is where I’ve been and it’s where I’m comin’ from

Tekken 9 to 5 where chests get the jumpin’ on

Brought your gun, and I’m smilin’

Before you reach it, fat women’ll be singin’ Miley Cyrus

What you’re sellin’ or supplyin’, I ain’t buyin’

Punch, fake sweep, kick, punch, and I’m jivin’

Homie, the next mistake is gonna cost your face

Got you in your own hometown lookin’ lost in space

Projectiles the style, I make’em jump

You already know the name, it’s player one.

CHORUS

Watch me Pass By

Do not disrupt the flow

Or else the hands fly

Get it, Get it, Go

Watch me Pass By

Do not disrupt the flow

Or else the hands fly

(Muggsy Vogues Verse)

Get it, Get it, Go

Watch me Pass By

Do not disrupt the flow

Or else the hands fly

Get it, Get it, Go

Watch me Pass By

Do not disrupt the flow

Or else the hands fly