GameShark Tank

Song: GameShark Tank

Album: Edo

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released June 24, 2014

ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/gameshark-tank

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So far

Gone, riding’ on another deathtrap

Screamin’ thru the night until we get there

But for right now

I don’t care

Midnight

Mistress, let me take you to the outside

I’ll show you how much wrong it takes to get right

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Bar closer. Closin’ shift, over.

Wild for the night until it starts over

It’s progress if we fall forward

It’s not a party if the cops don’t show up

I’m in a city where there’s no way to go up

And well-versed in the art of the throat cut

Passive reactions of “so what”

So what? Woke up.

I’ll show ya hot to get free

Come and get a front seat and a conversation

We can plot out where we wanna fly first

Take over, shake up and get confrontational

They been sittin there lookin’ terse

Like somethin’s gonna happen on its own and take off

While we hover-boarding the curb

Cross state- country- cross earth.

For my med dealers, fifty dollar wielders

Bombshell baristas, coffee shop killers

Fixed-gear girls with an attitude to match

That off-the-chain bike, lock it up- I might steal it.

The more you don’t get it, the more it’s appealin’

But no more or no less for you to feel it

I can’t stop, I’m a wild-pitch fielder

Hyrule Hustler, meal-ticket wielder

Hype don’t scare. Honey, I’m used to it.

Cats wanna act like they anything but human

“til they bleedin’ a river and cryin’ out

“Lordy, lordy, lordy- ouuuwww!”

Ma, you the queen of escape routes

But tonight you don’t need one to seek out

Jake, turn the beat down.

Fuck Minneapolis. Girl, let’s leave town.

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Where ya wanna go

What ya wanna do

Who you wanna be

Where ya wanna live

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Have ya ever smiled to watch somebody’s soul die

A little bit the more they try to control the outcome

I can’t get satisfaction ‘less I have the free will

To decide how I die.

The colors fade into obscenity

Your old friends turn into your new enemies

And your home ain’t a garden-

Home ain’t a garden where you grow

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So far

Gone

Ridin’ on another deathtrap

And dreamin’ without promise ‘til I get there

But right now

I don’t care

Midnight

Mistress let me take ya to the outside

I’ll show you how much wrong it takes to get right

Get right

Get right

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Man,

I been doin’ pirouettes on the razor’s edge

And, everytime I come around

These haters turn to a zombie film, playin’ dead

I can’t abide with if it ain’t high risk

My style’s an apache with no pilot

Up in the air, either you stay or ride with

No ma’am, I don’t know any other way than like this

I’ma freak it without prelude or pretense

I’m anything but human on the track; Preakness

I free swim in the gameshark tank deep end

While you wouldn’t think to think what I’m speakin’

I hold tight to the samurai code

Where wolves cry wolf and there’s no high road

Aside though, from bein’ an asshole and a handful

I can be quite delightful

You’ll see, don’t think, just jump the front seat

Like my bike, baby- this thing only gots one speed

W to the A-R-P

Bad boy renegade kicked off the StarFleet

I’m part man, half-dead, part beast

I know you’re hard to get, even harder to keep

But tonight I wanna freestyle to your heartbeat

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We’re separated from our own glory by

The fear of fuckin’ up and bein’ labeled as a borderline

I can’t get into it

Unless I’m gamblin’ with my life

You wanna play savior of the centure

Then show me you’re dien’ for the opportunity

To live somewhere other than a prison

And die free

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New Orleans Swim Team

Song: New Orleans Swim Team

Album: Edo

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released June 24, 2014

ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/new-orleans-swim-team

I hear New Orleans callin’ my name and it breaks my heart

Cos I’m sittin’ in this cold ass town lost in the dark

Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight

As the days go by, go by, go by

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Since I left the south, I make no measure in good weather

If a hurricane is comin’ then tell’em to come and get it

It’s the root-settin’, truth-yellin’, boot-kickin’, shoe-melter

Tellin’ you to go the fuck home and do better

Don’t worry ‘bout my cardigans and school sweaters

This is Trillmont until the apocalypse turns a new feather

For now, I’m buildin’ somethin’ similar to the High Wind

To fly out of this city and crash and burn on a warmer climate

Strike it like a union. My father’s holy communion

Is green tea, fresh fish, and activism

Shootin’ truth to’em ‘til the money can’t justify

Marginalizin’ blue collar lives to the millions.

I’m livin’, and that’s a result of the public school system

Racially defunct as it may be, it’s still my origin.

Oregon-Trail-Blazer. I don’t need your bridges

I’m skatin’ down the river ‘til it melts, then I’m swimmin’

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If ya spot me on the road to who I’m going to be

Ask me when I’m gonna get there, I’ll say today

If ya spot me on the road to who I’m going to be

Ask me how far I’m going, I say all the way.

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Got my blades to skate down the Mississippi ‘til the ice runs out

And start swimmin’ the rest of the river into the deep south.

Freestyle, front crawl, kickin’ hard

Flip turn off the levy wall

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Pushin’ weight, no hands, it’s telekinetic

Put this mornin’ in a casket, tomorrow can come and get it

My hustle is relative to the Highlander

It’ll turn that chesty bravado into an innocent bystander

Between more women than Lysander and the mayor of Cougar Town

Protect ya neck, Duncan MacLeod

You say leavin’ town, as if the journey could never travel back

But I’ve been livin’ north of the wall since they built Castle Black

It’s already a return to the mecca like pickin’ Paul in Tekken

And Camellia Grill grits for breakfast

It’s beyond your daily threshold and comprehension

Like Milwaukee, WI open bar wedding receptions

God bless it, cos I ain’t workin’ with too many of’em

I’m just swimmin’ down the Mississippi to where the love went

French quarter, no borders, take me back as I am

Just a man with a few songs in his hands. Nola!

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Jarvis

Song: Jarvis

Album: Edo

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released June 24, 2014

ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/jarvis

Chorus

Comatose by day, police by night

Swimmin’ up stream, it’s my only way out

If you got a light, then baby I got the time

Can’t tell you my name, it’s too big for this town

From South Beach with Steve to Crown Heights with Corina

Broke on the open road, leanin’ on a team-up

Family, friends, fans- the whole foundation of

They’re all worth their weight in vibranium

I sing it like Mahalia, bwoy

Servin’ heat, cold ain’t no concern to me

They shootin’ fire, then I’m goin’ down burnin’ free

I kill privilege until they have to serve the streets

If there’s fuel in the tank, then I’ma turn the key

I gotta get back to payin’ overprice for peace

Cos there’s a side of every city countin’ on me

To do somethin’ about it. We

Share the nightmare, the high fares

Of the sweet dream of someday to leave town and fly where

All the hustle pays off with a view above all

To gaze from, but right now I’m right here.

Boss man ain’t a fan of my watch

It tell me when I’m off the job

He’d have me all day if he could

But my time ain’t on the menu

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From joyrides with Jarvis to downtown with Dunny

Tourin’ with Broesder and Wade across country

Incentive shines bright as we burn through the money

Just a band’a blue collar boys stuntin’ without a budget

World on your shoulders homie? Shift the weight.

Somebody’s goin’ hungry, then we switch the plates.

Either way, we live bait for Crown Victorias

Midwest bred, but act like we’re straight out Historia

I’d perowse the Craiglist section for the food & bev job openin’s

Unless I didn’t have this nervous naggin’ tick and hankerin’

To go Jake & Finn dangerous. Take your pick:

BMO, capitalism or Sega Genesis

Your reality needs refurbishin’

Take down your walls. Get some mythril or grow thicker skin.

If you can’t walk off the job- start practicing.

Take your time back. Relearn how to get it again.

Seconds countdown

But the workday don’t die

Wheels turn without a pulse

Stand still or stay alive.

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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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