Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 28, 2012
ref: https://soundcloud.com/toussaint-morrison/royce-white
Real talk, hands down fists up
Black power to the people in the district
I’ma take it there, the place ya can’t go
Where they fight day to night, Ginu and Afro
My skin’s hardened, but I’m not six man
I speak a frequency similar to a low pitch blast
I’m the Avenger off screen you don’t see. Vision.
Get Milwaukee, go buck, go Bizzon
Feel it before your hear it, listen before you fear it
I’m in your city down your block and I ain’t even near
Been outta town cos’ that’s how I’m getting’ down
Gotta leave when you gotta breathe, fight for it or drown
Money underneath and on the table couldn’t pose a done deal
When your whole city’s talkin’ sideways and uphill
They sayin’ “I can only imagine how it must feel,
Born on the border”. The life of a Dunpeal
Either you run scared or come real in plain sight
I walked the opposite direction when they joined the flight
Had to leave town just to get my aim nice
It’s got me feelin’ like Royce White
Chorus
We got to- we got to- we got to
Find a way outta here
There must be- there must be- there must be
Some way outta here
Minneapolis- Mi- Minneapolis…
Raccoon City gritty, but I’m live on arrival
Even with no umbrella, the sound’s goin’ viral
Movin’ like a cyclone, coursin’ through your iPhone
It’s goin’ somethin’ like elections in Cairo
Unprecedented, for the people, for the rightful
We serfs in the streets like Teen Wolf and Styles
Hated, triple excommunicated
Hijackin’ your buzz bandwagon at the gas station
I ain’t waitin’, if I got the shot, I’m gonna take it
Worse that could happen is the press writes Nathan
I make no amends, the slate’s out my hands
You could clean it if you wanna, either way I ain’t goin’ to
bed
I been packin’ for the road I have to answer
And the future that can’t happen ‘less I step from where I’m
standin’
No goodbye, I’ll see ya soon. I made the choice tonight.
To relocate the faith, I’m on that Royce White
Chorus
I’m back to the future, while I got the present wrapped up
And soundin’ like Hall & Oates with Oakenfold and Daft
Punk
They don’t want the conference, they want their stats up
I never played for less than the title of champion
You play the numbers, we play Cool Al Lover
And get Ravishing Rick Rude to your mother
It’s funny, I laugh it up while y’all can’t understand
The sponsor’s the only winner at the battle of the bands
Buzz all you want to, give it an updo
We ‘bout to run the school, you can keep the lunchroom
I’m used to the scrutiny I can’t avoid
Although it had me cursin’ at your writers worse than Will
McAvoy
This city’s buried under 6 inches of cold blood
I’m goin’ 35 south and can only go up
They say I’m doin’ wrong, claimin’ I’m nothin’ nice
But I know I’m goin’ right, you know what it is
Chorus
