Mutant After All

Song: Mutant After All

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/mutant-after-all-feat-natalie-fine

Ex-girl, next girl, magnet attract impress girls

Even with the best intentions I only seem to push, rush-up, and press nerves

Eggshells. Get real. Claws out. Pressed nails.

Fasho it’ll get medieval before reason gets the next word

Get served or get heard.

We dangerous, uninsured

We done done it all- Baby, show a villain love

Walk thru the wall, don’t get scurred

Sub-terrain, pop culture, Fist of the Northstar, cop-brawler

Jumpin’ up off’a the balcony screamin’ muthafuck Scott Walker

No preacautions, shorts, or losses

Always give a little more than I offered

Runnin’ with the midnight-monster-maraudin’-

Gold-blooded-hot talkers

Makeshift-self employed

On tour to make a lil’ gorgeous noise

We’re the kids from the other side of the room

That woke up on the wrong side of the moon

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CHORUS

Came outta nowhere

All fight, no words

Beginning to the bonus round

And goin’ after lights out

-

Now when I first landed I was musclin’, strugglin’

Hustlin’ along with a rock band

Takin’ every bullet, every bill that I could

Everything that came with bein’ a front man

But when it hit south and the bus broke down

Girlfriends, big checks, and the bandmates bounced

You could only find me writin’ on another assignment

Fightin’ the climate at the coffeeshop, man

Now everybody’s walkin’ on a similar path

Talkin’ about where they coulda been and shoula been at

Under their breath wishin’ they could go back, but

Instead they’re lookin’ at me like I came from another planet

Just landed, no standards, home address off the mapquest

Raw-magic-jaw cannon hit and runnin’ words like a blog bandit

Winner winner ramen dinner, this goes out to my zombie killers

Mommy thrillers- all the villains if ya put a quarter-mil on your Honda Civic

You’re now flyin’ with a feather lighter,

Don’t blame me if the wings catch fire

Sweet-freedom-veteran writer

Slow-pace-heart rate when dire

Tell me, do you love what ya do

Everyday at the mercy of your muse

‘Cos I’ll be fightin’ in and outside of this room

Until I wake up on the right side of the moon

CHORUS

Rebel leather jacket on

(Baby, keep walkin’ I ain’t gon’ stop ya)

Hoodie underneath it all

(Too much Rockstar, not enough vodka)

Coolest brick in the building

(Handle the heat or get out the dishwater)

And smilin’ when they stare at me

(Please call Wylie if ya need a doctor)

Rebel leather jacket on

(Baby, keep walkin’ I ain’t gon’ stop ya)

Hoodie underneath it all

(Too much Rockstar, not enough vodka)

Coolest brick in the building

(Handle the heat or get out the dishwater)

And smilin’ ‘cos they all believe

(We are human)

Might as well let’em think it

(After all)

Trust, it’s a little different with the

(Flesh uncovered)

But for now this is bliss right?

(After all)

Let’em believe and believe that

(We are human)

Give’em their happily ever

(After all)

But when it comes down to the

(Flesh uncovered)

It’s anything but human

(After all)

CHORUS

Freedom Cobra

Song: Freedom Cobra

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/freedom-cobra-feat-mayda

You seen us celebrate, but you won’t see me satisfied

I come from a place where the race begins way behind the startin’ line

Dr. Wylie, Mayda, and I roll together not facebook official

‘Cos the second that you click it is the second you have issues

We revel when we don’t have it ‘cos somehow we still make the time

No sir I do not make the friend requests I just reply

I make moves however, whenever, whether or not you like it

Aw, that was your bike… I thought I recognized it

I am the village voice, I write on inner-city pages

And no I do not need a white fanbase to convey this

This has been Milwaukee tested and Minneapolis disapproved

You already know what I don’t give, so save it and assume

It’ll take a lotta little bit’a more than it gives and never ever disappoint

The side effect’ll have you movin’ all around and bendin’ everywhere except the joint

Baby the reward is the journey on high

So if ya haven’t, start lookin’ more than alive

‘Cos when it goes down, you get no say in pickin’ sides or pickin’ time and that’s why

I’m only for the moment and not for everyday

I left my mythril at the crib, so baby fire away

Ran outta sunshine and pretty words to say

You wanna turn the other cheek, I wanna turn the grave

Get down or lie down, oh look what I found

The little bit’a you that’s gonna put the pride down

I wanna see you smile like you don’t care

I’ll explain tomorrow mornin’ if we’re sober

Pre-Chorus

It’s only gettin’ worse, to be honest I’m feelin’ great

So why go stop a good thing now

It’s only getting’ better with every mistake

And ain’t no grave is gonna hold me down- Mayda!

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CHORUS

Come get me, come get me, come get me

You’ll have to do more than run

Come with me, come with me, come with me

We’ll ride it like it’s stolen

It’s amazing, it’s amazing, it’s amazing

Baby, don’t think, just jump

Is this crazy? Is this crazy? Is this crazy?

Hopefully not enough

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Whether or not you get it high or get your kicks from getting’ low

You’re ridin’ with us at the moment, we appreciate it so

Now, I’ma tell ya somethin’ that you should immediately know

This is that Freedom Cobra, Aqua Unit, Urban Home Flow

Run and tell ya mother’s mother’s daughter’s cousin’s baby-boy

This train ain’t headed to Arkansas, this is the b-line to Detroit

Your middle-class nice and passive aggressive ettiquette is not welcome

These are the times where they will take your life and turn around and sell it

Shut down your government aide- your government pay in the name of debt

Tell ya to relax while they don’t plan to tax the top 2%

Oh no- but don’t worry where this thing is landed. Keep it fly.

While we treat police like gravity, and defy- oh my

Told you to act your age, act your race, act your pace

Tell me how’s the cubicle’s whip & chain feel

Show me more than rhyme, more than hype, more than lights

Do you have a good repoire with your right-brain dear?

This ain’t an mp3, this is the sextape

Somehow my worst is goin’ better than your best take

Want you to look at me when you roll your eyes

I’ll explain tomorrow mornin’ if we’re both alive

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

Ashley

Song: Ashley

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

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

Dear Ashley, I understand your mother ain’t enough

Even thought she’s been clean for two years- kicked the stuff

You’re the smallest second grader in your class

But ya got the 6^th grade boys afraid you’ll whoop their ass

And I’m afraid you’ll do it to. The way you clench your toys

There’s a thin line between your play time, pain and joy

The past is in your eyes, the fire’s in your speech

8 yr. old girl that’s seen more than the police

It’s hard to take care in this day care

You deserve better, but it’s not my place to say where

My paycheck isn’t worth the forty minute drive,

But for you Ashley, I’d put a stolen car into flight

Rush to your side to see to it that you’re alright

All your life, no rest all fight

Don’t know why my job title’s teacher

Cos’ you’re schoolin’ me every single time I step in here

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CHORUS

School building’s only stretch as far

As the door

They don’t make’em strong as you are

Anymore

Young queen brace yourself

For what the world thinks you should be

I’m leavin’ and I’m proud to know

You’re gonna make it out there on your own

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Haven’t got your wings yet little black duck

But ya still step to’em when they tell ya back up

Say ya haven’t seen your father, just your brother and your mom

We’re birds of a different feather, but we’re from the same pond

Bound by the same bond of painkillers and tough lovers

Raised in the house of the single mother

The other teacher’s wanna send your anger to the office to resolve it

And It’s not you, it’s the office that’s the problem

Silly adults, when we’re in the wrong

We act infallible and they we say that it’s your fault

The screamin’ and weepin’, Ashley it pains me

Now, tell me who says you don’t have the right to be angry?

Who sits ya down when all ya wanna do is run?

And who tells ya to keep quiet when it was just getting’ fun?

Me. And I won’t do it any longer

This program’s tryin’ to hold back the light you have to offer

CHORUS

Ashley, love ain’t enough

I know I told you when our words don’t work, we finger paint our thoughts

But this time’s a little different. I want you to run.

Further than the county line and then some

Steal the moment back for once, and lose yourself

Forget the things they wanted you to change but couldn’t help

These people want me out, the music gigs don’t conform with

A suburban afterschool daycare for profit

I’m gonna miss ya, write and read on

Hold down your corner of the playground like a big boss

You’ll pave your own way, you’re stubborn as me

But never be afraid to have a plan b

Ask for directions, take a deep breath

Don’t let these party poopers rain on your recess

Ashley, you’re worth every wall we had to fight thru

And I’ll be lucky if I ever have a daughter like you

CHORUS

Favourite Game

Song: Favourite Game

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/favourite-game-feat-lucy-michelle

Katie, it’ll take more than salvation

The earth shifted four inches, but I never felt the wave hit

This planet’s swallowing itself, we can’t claim it

And I’m sure, now more than ever, it’s not what we take with

Let alone who your God thinks you should be datin’

The afterlife can wait, right now this world need savin’

If ya didn’t have so many definitions, I’d kiss ya

Hard, until ya knees wondered what hit ya

So Katie, heaven or hell, please tell me my destination

Jesus has patients, but he sure isn’t waitin’

We used to watch cops everyday regulate their God complex

Walkin’ with Abdullahi and Muhammad around the plaza

But all praises be to Allah if we get there

Talkin’ to my grandfather over his grave with a warm beer

Because Katie, you got more walls than most

But it won’t stop me from speakin’ through’em like sendin’ mail to prisoner’s post

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CHORUS

For all we know and all we don’t

Everything was meant to change

Tomorrow’s comin’ round and today is goin’ out

It’ll never be the same

And I know- I know- I know- I know

For me, you will never fade

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Kyle, I dig your hat- I dig your style

I’m mildly obsessed and I don’t care to fight it

Ever since I saw you at Bon Appetit with Steph

He’d introduce you as Cecil and then say you lost a bet

And there it was. Back then it seemed so easy.

You planted a tree at the extinction of the Cenospecies

I watched it grow until I had to graduate

And attend a funeral after The Blend dug its own grave

I tried talkin’ to Doty, but she was already pilled up

Rantin’ that rap can’t save you, but credits her life to hip-hop

Got it…

took another Lexapro and she popped it

But amongst the metro I too slowly let ago

Your voice and cadence are one of the few things I’ll withhold

Long live the tree that blooms all seasons in your garden

Long live the hands that give it water. Long live the Otter.

CHORUS

It’s not my place to put your name out in the open

But want to say what I couldn’t during visiting hours at St. Joseph’s

Playin’ Go Fish at the inpatient lounge

With enough sedated rage to shake the foundation off the ground

The weight in your veins, the color that came back to your face

The truth that saved this song from bein’ a eulogy for an early grave

To say “I love you” wouldn’t come close to the zip code or continent

Where my heart lives for your livelihood

I wanted to be a monolith, but the ceilin’ still fell

And there we were playin’ cards in rehab while we could still feel

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more

That I couldn’t find the words until I was starin’ at this coffeeshop’s floor

Curses, bad luck, adversity lose all currency at your entrance

As your will flexes beyond the permanent

I never met your father, but if he’s anything you’re made of

I’d die happy to be half that man. Say love.

CHORUS

From The Concrete Grew A Wild Orchid

Song: From The Concrete Grew A Wild Orchid

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/from-the-concrete-grew-a-wild-orchid-feat-mrs-wylies-class

Now before they taught ya ABCs and 123s

The first letter’s that stuck were EBD

A helluva diagnosis and a pill to fill

No sweet remedy within proximity

I’m not trying to go for what’s right, you don’t want an uptight

Love hate love life, overworked, tough spite-

Ful teacher under caffeinated underpaid in work

Laying down the law and steady spending last nerves

On what they think’s best, but never worked

And we done rolled enough dice, seen the down and upside

Class’ll go from sunshine to lookin’ like a gunfight

They keep sayin’ they won’t sayit more than one time

And I can’t help, but smile and look at ya like “meh”

The kid wants to run wild and unwind, well then let’em out

5^th strike, 3^rd school, New Medicine

They pumped ya full’a rispirdal while your body’s developing

4 year old with a needle in his arm,

angel’s aimin’ for your hospital bedside in the morn

Because they gave ya enough stuff to take out a pack’a elephants

This ain’t ya same old same testament,

What they call’a criminal mind, I call him young professor X

Bruce Wayne reflexes, middle name “hella quick”

Car chasin’ down the hallway, classroom escape artist

Blink more than once, he’ll flip the whole board game on ya

Gangsta as it gets while y’all go from words to heat

We’re puttin’ in the heavy grind learnin’ how to read.

Yeah, monopoly rollin’ forward,

price of the moves we make  a private school couldn’t afford it

I’m a paraprofessional trainin’ workin’-class heroics

Blue-collared scholars, game changin’ high scorers

We are the odds, and we beat the diagnosis

From the concrete grew a wild orchid,

Style so gorgeous they didn’t have a title for it

The kids a genius, it’s just a matter of time before he lets it out.

Uppercut

Song: Uppercut

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/uppercut-feat-homeless

CHORUS

Whether or not you like it

This one flies with

The bullets and the high kicks

Get off or ride with

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Lights on, not wired, no Current, no cry

Just a title, name, and date and jpeg online

No complainin’ if your game got tired

Love is only comin’ half-circle in this arcade hot fire

Baby, drop the smile. Put a lighter to the passive puns.

Don’t know where you paid to get your temporary balance from.

A city of cowards in clocktowers with gatlin guns

But only mufucka shootin’ here is Adam Dunn,

Or definitely Eli on the b-side

Got a little more than buzz outside the beehive

And when its feelin’ like it’s goin’ all for nothin’

It’s always somethin’ that kicks my blood from stand still to runnin’

And these Pumas were meant for jumpin’

And this music was meant for my crew to jump with

This lifetime was meant for my people to dubstep

And I’m livin’ in the moments that were only meant to grin and say “fuck it”

‘Cos many better men walk when somethin’s up

But still know how to chiggidy check in a chin with a Tiger Uppercut

It’s more than understood enough isn’t enough

But it’s a free refill- get your cup

CHORUS

(Homeless Verse)

Didn’t need a stain remover, got my blues removed

Stickin’ to them old original reds and whites- Ryu

(Street Fighter fire start a swish with a bic lighter

catch me on the flip side spinnin’ like a used tire)

Now I’ll most definitely see to what I need and have to see to

And make sure my word is heard without speakers to speak thru

(Still testing- testing, 1, 2, 3

One breath from freezin’ to death in January)

Yes, my actions are the only translator

Because tryin’ to read me is like tryin’ to read black Sharpie on black paper

(Thin in the waist, small build in the tank

Playin’ Ruby Lopez chess- I got moves to make)

Just when you thought you had peeled back the very last layer

These snakes’a shed their skin along with the disclaimer

(Strip it down to bare bones buried in your closet

Sell it with a grin and they’ll never know you lost your mind)

CHORUS

Fuck School

Song: Fuck School

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/f-ck-school-feat-jus-rhyme

CHORUS

Skip class, mover your feet

Unlearn, get free

Be your boss, write your own rules

And while you're at it, FUCK SCHOOL

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Little man's smack dab on the spectrum

Class room head-turner, Hard home-worker

His special-needs needs attention, 

but his private school doesn't recognize kids with Asperger's

Oh no, how could this be

Mama just paid the Dean a full 10G

for the yearly tuition,

when they got a program for disabilities in the public school district

Free eduction: triple entendre 

Ask me how they still afford to segregate

with a bullshit Teach for Americana 

Layin' off 4000 in the Empire State

Pardon me, I'm the new Kid Freshmen

I'm kinda lost, could ya gimme some direction

I seen Latino and the black-student ads, 

but tell me where the white-student union at (uh!)

Baby I'm restless

Is it "Caucasion" if the study ain't "Ethnic"

I slang dope to pay the student loan

while you go hard in the paint... CollegePro

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CHORUS

Don't got a bone to pick

Just a grave to dig

You gotta fight for your mind

The lesson learned has turned

and taken more than earned

It's just a high-class crime

And another lie, and another lie, and another lie....

-

(Jus Rhyme Verse)

CHORUS

Skip class, mover your feet

Unlearn, get free

Be your boss, write your own rules

And while you're at it, FUCK SCHOOL

CHORUS

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Veronica Hotel

Song: Veronica Hotel

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/veronica-hotel

She don’t believe in tourin’ bands

But she believe in the rulin’ class

Ma, I don’t need school to grad,

But you’ll need music to do the dance, now

No need to get all irate

Talkin’ that ish under your breath sideways

I’m easy to put it mildly

On my Schwinn bumpin’ Rilo Kiley

Love my job, wouldn’t take another

Love my ma, even when we’re under

Don’t know if she could say the same,

But if that’s the case, then “unconditional” is the name, now

Coffeshop. I sweat through the word.

On-stage I sweat through the shirt.

I spend most the time, forgettin’ what’s heard

Follow your gut and you can never go unsure

Yeah, Urban Home’s the team

Thursday through Saturday’s the scheme

Most times I wake up and think it’s all a dream,

But joke’s on me, I was never asleep

I got it on U-Lock like the wheels

Move like the breeze and I mic at will

Yeah, you’ll have to tell us more than twice to chill

When we got days to save and tonight to kill,

But how now- how now, they wanna steal the sound

What we make in three steps they can’t leap or bound

Rappers think they Brock, yellin’ “see me now”

But if the rapper can’t rock, then keep it down

Left your card at the bar- catch up

Homie it’s the morning after the morning after

Grab a pair of good clean sox and pull your pants up

Good morning Urban America. Hands up.

Beef and shit talkin’ ain’t a thing y’all

Bring your crew, meet me high noon- sing off

Ladies take off what they bring on

Exes to enemies, errbody sing along

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CHORUS

Here we go, another show

Hands up, grab the ceilin’

Everybody sing it

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na

Hit the road,

Different city, same clothes

Change’em at the after party singin’

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na

-

Now the hype went from a handful to a duffle bag

Turned to a landfill- Hey, where your shovel at

‘Round here, no need to ask where the trouble

Chill, she ain’t talkin’ to who she lookin’ at

It’s not pretentious when it’s not pretendin’

Good lookin’ sounds makin’ off with your attention

Pretty Lights drunk dialated the senses to senseless

Small talkin’ – long winded textin’

We party ‘til the whole apartment’s wobblin’

And chicks are aimin’ for my neck- Billy Compton

Ya ain’t seen shit yet- watch it

I’m rollin’ with Sloan Ketteren and Johnny Hopkins

I’m a myth, I’m a monster

Smashed so many pumpkins, the Osbournes call me Black Goblin

Fly by night, overhead layin’ low

Wait ‘til sunlight, I’m back to life- Banquo

CHORUS