How I Met Your Sister

Song: How I Met Your Sister

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/how-i-met-your-sister

Chorus

Say what ya want, but my headphones are on

And I’m thinkin’ about turnin’em up

Ain’t nothin’ brand new but the shoes

Homie, it’s the same school, same rules tellin’ me what to do

Ya say you’d rather be suspended than in detention

You’re not the only one,

The only one, the only one

The only one, the only one

The only one, the only one

The only one

-

She was packin’ up her backpack, lockin’ up her locker

In a hurry ‘cos the last bell rang. I was on my

Way to skippin’ class, gamblin’ without a hall pass

Ready to shoot dice on a pocket full’a lunch cash

Blindsided in our opposite agendas,

we collided walkin’ in the opposite direction

I said “excuse me” and she said “excuse you”

As I said w-w-w-w-w-what’s with the attitude hun

Then what she said next…

I’d rather not repeat in public

Then (hold up), in came the hall monitor and said

“ya just won tickets for two to after school”

(Awwww shhhhh) Now here we are in this room losin’ out

Strike one on her record and for me I’ve lost count

Because I could careless

B-b-but coulda swore I saw a tear drop fall from her

Pissed off eye

Passed her a note sayin’ it’s alright

She passed it back sayin’ you can die

That’s when I knew that it was more than spite

See when ya know- ya know

That what ya feel won’t

Compromise the truth

-

Chorus

Say  what ya want, but my headphones are on

And I’m thinkin’ about takin’em off

You gotta make due with what’s good

Work the little that ya got like the hood. Make it do what it do

Ain’t nothin’ to lose but ya cool

Before ya know it it’ll be thru, but to tell you the truth

-

Suspension is vacation, but I’d rather be in detention with you

And so she took my word to negotiate a treuce

And vowed to never return to spendin’ time after school

I don’t got much to offer, but let me get to the point

Be my b-girl and I’ll be your b-boy

We ran hand-in-hand through the hallways of our youth

Although long-term relationships feel like servin’ time after school

We break and we mend better than we left it

‘Cos the most beautiful things grow from imperfection

My friends all say to let her know or let her go, man

I say my letter won’t be waitin’ on the postman

I’m gonna be the father that I never had

Be my woman, and I’ll be your man

-

Chorus

Say what ya want, but my cell phone ain’t on

I’m with the girl I met in detention

Ain’t worried ‘bout makin’ the grade

There’s far bigger thangs at stake, take it easy

Ya say you’d rather be suspended than in detention

You’re not the only one,

The only one, the only one

The only one, the only one

The only one, the only one

The only one…

This Party

Song: This Party

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/this-party

Jimmy and the best of the inner-city stress

Ain’t a blade dull enough they couldn’t put into your chest

Yeah, life is short. Skip the court date

Either blow a kiss or skip the foreplay

Hey the skills support weight and can take a few shots

Na I ain’t got five bucks, but I’ma take a few cups

Yeah, that just happened- we ain’t givin’ any threats

We throw down with the ease of brushin’ teeth and gettin’ dressed

We come from women that don’t speak too softly

Households either hangin’ on the edge or fallin’ off it

Past girlfriends that spit hot heat

With more tattoos up their sleeve than Riverwest Milwaukee

You’re takin’ caution and it hasn’t even started

You couldn’t take a sip without getting’ naucious

If I was you I’d turn around and start walkin’

Can’t bring an affectation to the hard copy- watch me

-

Chorus

I hope you understand this party

Ain’t the type you wanna get lost in

Everybody’s jumpin’ on it

Now could ya try and keep up with me

In a crowded apartment

They draw lines just to cross’em

Ya wind up on the wrong side talkin’

That’s how ya get caught in the heart of the city

In the city

In the city

In the city

-

Prominent constant popularity contest

Runnin’ accomplice with the common paper confidence

Collars are poppin’, mommies droppin’ thermometers

Whatever their style cost’em off’a store credit

Word vomitin’, vowels clashin’ to consonants

A crowd’s complex of talkin’ just to be talkin’

For sonorous dominance singin’ along not matter what song it is

Followin’ followings, but they don’t get it.

You coulnd’t breathe the heat without a lung collapsin’

You’re dealin’ with a band’a third-world-circus flame catchers

Straight-face crazy without the straight jackets

Your crew’s badass, this crew maneuvers plane crashes

Stunt bikers, alpha street fighters

Midnight-maraudin’-subterraneous graffiti writers

Veterans of the ‘yes yes y’all”

Makin’ the house jump off the foundation (c’mon)

Chorus

(Beat Box Solo)

Chorus

Light Of Day

Song: Light Of Day

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/light-of-day

Just when thought the war was on its last bullet

She lit a cigarette, untied her smile and drew a full clip

She’s not the type’a gal you wanna spar with round for round

Because sparrings just for practice, not a W or L

It’s been a long off-and-on-cut-and-paste-straight-no-chase city romance

That stands against all common sense

From holdin’ hands over the fence to walkin’ miles through the fire

To cursin’ each others name through drunk text messages and dials

It’s the same Nascar, we’re just different drivers

Different drivers

And it’s the same busstop, we’re just different arrivals

Different arrivals

-

Chorus

I stay awake all night and watch the stars and moon

Until they fade away into the afternoon

Ya can’t hold down somethin’ that’s meant to move

You’re waitin’ on me to wait on you

-

At last minute I took my best friend on a date to the promenade

I think she’s cool, she thinks the same

She understands the girl and I don’t get a long all of the time

And that she’s comin’ to the dance with another

Musta got’em outta box ‘cos he’s a tool, or a parade ‘cos he’s a float

A flagshop- somethin’ to wave and gloat

I don’t respond, word is bond, I keep my cool, take my time

Before I could hit the punch bowl, she grabbed me by the arm

She said if you loved me, you’d fight for me

Fight for me

But what she don’t understand, she’s the light of day

And I can’t get the sunshine outta my veins

Chorus

I am more than yesterday-

more than debt to pay-

more than yesterday

Her eyes looked like night but the skied said day

Talkin’ bout she don’t need clouds to make it rain

Psshh- then why you always stormin’ out

Turnin’ up a tornado, got it upside down

Backwards and twisted

Ma, ya can’t talk at the same time and listen

It’s what it is- not what if

So stop blowin’ up the spot while it’s under construction

I know enough to just smile it through

But when you go checkin’ through my cell phone more than I do

I break it off but I still love’er

‘Cos she got the combination to my heart and my locker

Two weeks on, a weekend off to evil

Now we’re back together like the Eagles

-Live

Just close your eyes

She’s the light of day

She’s the light of day

She’s the light of day

She’s the light of day

Chorus

Twenty Somethin'

Song: Twenty Somethin'

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/twenty-somethin

Hangin’ on like the gray beneath a cloud after a storm

Movin’ my pumas faster than I can afford

I’m outta luck, I’m outta time,

I’m outta love, I’m outta somethin’

a-o-a-o

Nothins changed. Since the age of eighteen we’ve been runnin’ loose

Shootin’ at the same dream, we’ve been jumpin’ hoops

I’m only human, not much to me,

Nothin’ super but my pumas

a-o-a-o

-

Chorus

You’re never gonna be

Twenty-somethin’ again

So while I’m runnin’ free

You’re stuck payin’ your rent

-

Relationship after relationship

Walkin’ the line between commitment and addiction similar to favorite kicks

And it’s a hard sell and hard to tell

what’s real

Yeah- yeah- yeah- yeah

Cos’ it’s a hard sell and hard to tell now,

What’s heartfelt

Right- right- right- right

I never walked the aisle

I didn’t say goodbye

I just hopped on my bike and headed all the way back home

Graduation’s a state of mind

Ya say “next year”, I say tomorrow

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up- Twenty Somethin’ America

Yeah- yeah- yeah- yeah

Now it goes from strugglin’ to get pride

From rushin’ to pick a side

(Appreciated long as you’re affiliated)

When it comes down to pickin’ a fight

They’ll ditch ya quick to dry

(I throw it down without a crew or with a crowd)

I packed a blade just in case, brass knuckles for a ruckus

The city is a jungle and I do not live for nothin’

If ya walk the Northside of Minneapolis

I think ya get my drift and understand where this is headed

There’s no answers, there’s no closure

Not enough resolve to be so sure

That every ghetto has to settle, all attention is acceptance

That the world ain’t spinnin’ off its frickin’ axis into space

I never told ya “hi”, I didn’t say goodbye

I never gave ya anything to think it’s gon’ be alright

It’s a world worth savin’ or a waste of time

Ya say next year, I say right now

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up (add it up)

Add it up- Twenty Somethin’ America

Yeah- yeah- yeah- yeah

You’re never gonna be

Twenty-somethin’ again

So while I’m runnin’ free

You’re stuck payin’ the debt

You’re never gonna be

Twenty-somethin’ again

So while I’m runnin’ free

You’re stuck with your girlfriend

You’re never gonna be

Twenty-somethin’ again

So while I’m runnin’ free

You’re stuck payin’ your rent

Silly Guy

Song: Silly Guy

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/silly-guy

Silly guy

With your shiny shoes

Silly guy

What are you trying to prove

He’s got a baby blue and white collar

Smiles like he got away with murder

Plays it colder than October

He does’t like to lose

Everyone respects the king

At least that’s what he’d like to think

Has his own definition what it is to be a man

Baby you don’t wanna light the fuse

Type’a guy with an appetite

for tellin’ women that they’re overweight and can’t drive

Trust he won’t settle- always has to one-up ya

Complex of a rebel or just gumption?

Either way ya like it or decide for yourself

The kid’s quick to preach heaven as he is to raise hell

Dudn’t got a fuse, he got a light switch

Ain’t a damn thing between smilin’ and fightin’

No need for reason, he’ll move off assumption

Poppin’ off Hurricane Kicks and Dragon Punches

Brash temper starvin’ for attention

Cocky attitude substitutes when defensive

You can tell he never spent time in the hood

Cos’ he thinks that any type’a hype is good

Folks that just met’em say “Isn’t fly?”

But those that know better just call’em

-

Chorus

Silly guy, what are you trying to prove

Silly guy, what are you trying to prove

-

Oh and he talks and talks and talks

Until he’s heard, and walks and walks

Like he’s sure, and talks and talks

Until he’s heard

Long before the land was took

Before guns, germs, steel and standards stood

Between justice leagues and bands’a crooks

It’s always been about the manhood

Where victory’s only made hungry self-esteems

Measured by beers and losses

Forever unfortunate to force destiny

Into fame, sex, and profit

He can’t get off it. He doesn’t walk the line, he wanders

With a pride fresh outta honor to offer

To these social flings, social unrest

A social king, emotional dysfunction

Would betray his boys

To squeeze another soul down to the last drop’a joy

For himself. Smilin’ at the flames and noise.

You get my exclamation point

All sorts and kinds of crazy

(Say word, say word)

Hidin’ behind the same grin

(Alright, alright)

Don’t mistake his heart for him playin’ the part

The only one he has is on his card

Chorus

Mr. Floyd

Song: Mr. Floyd

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/mr-floyd

Mister Floyd, I don’t got a gun to shoot or point,

But I understand some don’t have a choice

You’re out there somewhere hiding

And I’m here writing.

Mister Floyd, maybe these bullets are like you and I

Born into war and forced to fly

Maybe we were meant to stand and be the living change

That we wanted to see right now, right here today

The detective’s on his way and he’s made up his mind

‘Said there’s gon’ be hell to pay ‘for ya serve anytime

If hell’s the currency they take- the check’s been in the mail

-

Chorus

For the past four-hundred years walkin’ on thin air

In this American Nightmare

They advertised and sold as a dream

We don’t wake up ‘til we die in our sleep

Turnin’ the wheels to another machine.

-

Mister Floyd, we can buy a lot, but there’s little we can keep

You can go for the ride, but ya can’t have the keys

Before they’d see a village rise against kings and queens

They’d condition a new drug and push it into your veins

We say it’s on, but from the looks it was never off

So we settle and say well that’s just the way things are

Have ya ever wondered what the hell we’re all here for

Yea, yea

Engine’s roll around the block droppin’ shells and keys

Thieves pick a lotta locks, but they never get free

Somebody’s puppeteerin’ all this mass hysteria

They set the stage up in North Philadelphia

Chorus

Mister Floyd

King Of The Cafeteria

Song: What Makes You Happy

Album: Evil Made Easy

Artist: Lazlo Supreme

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

ref: http://lazlosupreme.bandcamp.com/track/king-of-the-cafeteria

It’s the kid eatin’ lunch underneath the staircase

That nobody ever told life wasn’t a fair chase

He’d come over here and strip the mask off’a yer bare face

But his crippled confidence can only stare and wait

Anxt. Sittin’ there again on his broken chariot

Plottin’ to overthrow the king of the cafeteria

I hear ya! But there’s only so much that I can do

Sittin’ here on the other side of this lunch room

Left to unscrew another cap off the afternoon

And shotgun the boredom pretendin’ it’s apple juice

Understand without you these cool kids wouldn’t be cool

They’d have nothin’ to look down on except for their own shoes

Oh no no no don’t start me on this high school hierarchy

Man, I strip the whole machine down to the car seats

Pardon me you see Janeen the prom queen size 3

She gives up her lunch between dry heaves grippin’ the toilet seat

And her boyfriend Brandon gets off on dominatin’ conversation and smack talkin’

Cos’ his dad’s an alcoholic

And there’s Fatima always smilin’ without rest

Ever since her mother cut the chemo- gave her a few months at best

You thought you had it bad cos’ ya never met your dad

Well trust me it could be worse. I was dealt the same hand.

I’d never dream’a walkin’ in Fatima’s adidas

She can pretty smile all the while just to keep herself from screamin’-

And you think this staircase is a hidin’ place, but I see ya…

With your Star Trek lunch box full of failed reasons

I swing first before the argument escalates

I curse a teacher out before they give the grade

Suspend me all the want, but I’m still in the game like Artest

Pimpin’ the system like an old Nintendo cartridge

You wanna avenge on this social upper-crusts

But they’re not even worth the time, let alone a sucker punch

You gotta give this thing time, it’s just a prequel to the trilogy

Mario didn’t learn to fly until his third try. See

The next page’ll turn soon, it’ll come full circle

You have to find the meaning in waiting before it’s worth it

This kids first kiss their first kill

I watch’em break their own hearts and cry until the sky spills

Just to recycle their smiles, but everybody burns and builds

So, patience my good friend- you might be the next Winston Churchill

We may come from different sides of the lunch table, but we share the same enemy

Evidently they want us locked up like the Sentry

For thinking outside of the standardized testing

For supplyin’ an alternative to the trendy

Ehhh, what am I sayin’- before you know it, you’ll be corporate

Thinkin’ I was another voice in your head, and you’ll be over it