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Evil Made Easy

by Lazlo Supreme

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1.
Beep Beep 02:51
The next big thing and a coming attraction dodgin’ the masses of lipstick and cell phones, an automatic magnet to konichiwas and hellos. This ain’t a matter of dapper rappers rappin’ like they’re the bees’ knees. This ain’t a discussion cousin, your grandma’s rockin’ a Lazlo Supreme tee. Keep it easy, and cool out your thermometer, and watch the way you talkin’ to the new assistant manager: The speculated, spot-on, spoken, and spectacular. - Chorus Why so sad? Was it something I said? Tell me… Oh, tell me So, I can say it again - I am a megaphone, my friend you’re just a text message You call after bar close while I’m already roundin’ second I’m carryin’ the burden and the team. You gotta call the movers. You couldn’t spark a conversation. We’re blowin’ up like MacGruber. Alright, ok, alright, alright, alright, ok computer This is fight or flight, all ya’ll are penguins, I’m a blue bird Raisin’ up the rent and the roof, who’s your super… fly. - Chorus - Put your pride above the truth Think there’s no one else but you Ya gotta answer to somebody And that answer’s gon’ be me - Chorus -
2.
Fly Drexler 04:08
‘Bout to ditch the cell phone at home and keep breezy Take this day and everything in it without reachin’ Hey, it’s a short walk to the coffeeshop, May be Monday, but I’ma treat it like the weekend Don’t go lookin’ like you got somethin’ to defend I’m surprised y’all haven’t learned to leap the street width What’s the matter captain, wonderin’ where your team went Ran outta good pleas, they ran outta good reason Good evening, let’s pick it up before you dumb it down The truth never made the talk of the town I took a good look, watched the rest jump and drown Planted where I stand, Lazlo from the ground Got it wrapped like medieval wedding gowns More frequent a sequence than handshakes and pounds The flame outlasts your smoke break burnin’ out Mirror of the city, spirit of the sound Chorus And I’m runnin’ and livin’ and takin’ and givin’ it Doin’ whatever I can to make it happen Writin’ and pavin’ and fightin’ and takin’ A deep breath to blow fire back at the drago I quit the team and signed on as the mascot Photoshopped my face from the front to the backdrop The unlikely lyricist that can’t stop Cos’ my bike doesn’t have any breaks, now back up Gonna go big if I’m goin’ downhill Can’t take a sip and promise that you won’t spill The risk never outweighed the direction And built these beautiful imperfections Monday mornings, overtime pay, skippin’ classes Understanding the big picture doesn’t have a canvas Stealin’ a bike to get to where you’re goin’ And ridin’ into oncoming traffic Calm under the chaos cos’ the natural habitat is havoc Working nothin’ to lose as an advantage So here it goes, grab somethin’ and sit tight I’ll hit you with a text somewhere in midflight Chorus Bridge You can’t keep a good man down, No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down You can’t keep a good man down, No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down You can’t keep a good man down, No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down You can’t keep a good man down, No matter how clever, you’ll never keep a goo man down Chorus
3.
Skrulls 03:59
M-M-M-Movin’ on up to the Eastside and next eschilon Woke up feelin’ like a brand new Decepticon Today & I, we’re about to get it on And I’m cookin’ with nothin’ but tough love and Szechuan Against the odds while all bets are off Gamblin’ with gunshots and the next to fall Where they move like kings even if just a pawn While I’m acin’ the midterm off’a no lecture hall This professor’s old and his words are skeptical We’re only on the same page of the text book My brain cells are collidin’ on busy streets of chemicals Graduating anything is anything but text book Most days there’s nothin’ to show for it S’just me and an empty table at close quarters A retired samurai who fights for no one Content with the thoughts and clouds that float over him But, today’s different. Call it a gut feelin Or a case of wide-open eyed day dreamin’ Surfin’ the tops of speedin’ cars weavin’ Traffic and the fabric of the city while leapin’ buildings There’s no deep breath before this jump So call your 2nd cousins, it’s about to be a good one Good mornin’ from the hills to the avenues Enterin’ the day with a fist-full of gratitude Reloadin’ my cannon just before I kiss it Oh yes this evil genius has a few tricks left in’em Even if they all say it’s unrealistic It’s hard to wipe the grin off’a the sadistic - Chorus Like a candle, we melt into the night like a ghost. Soon there will be a time when you’ll have to make a choice. We have come to a stand still until you make your move. Careful, we are super-villains with not much to lose. - They say I’m finished, but I haven’t left the starting line I got more work to do than sharpen mics This hip-hop is more than bark-and-bite, spark-and-spite, And respect gettin’ broken over hardened pride Eh- you found respect was hard to find And the lack there of it idn’t too far behind From a place too dark to shine We learn to hold on even when our arms are tied A work in progress, a work in home labor Playin’ politics, playing our own saviors Ghetto profits don’t exceed the losses When even cops dress up as opportunity knockin’ Savin’ the day’s like trying to catch the rain While you were turnin’ in your cape, I was takin’ names Breakin’ legs, chains, and stakin’ claim Robbin’ the rich, singin’ money ain’t a thang Flyin’ the city without a pair of wings, Flyin’ on a bike without a pair of brakes. It’s fair to say we got this arrow aimed Like hawkeye back from the dead bowlin’ narrow lanes There’s no deep breath before this jump So call your 2nd cousins, it’s about to be a good one Good mornin’ from the hills to the avenues Enterin’ the day with a fist-full of gratitude Chorus
4.
Hard work and smart work Got separated at the birth They put you on the payroll for one reason And that’s to make those wheels turn It’s when police ask ya “What’s the problem?” And ya can’t help but break a smile laughin’ at the irony I guess it pends on the color of the collar that ya poppin’ And the noose around ya neck screamin’ hire me This is comic book without the good guys Where hands can justify writin’ their own Mumbai The illustrator gets paid a good price in good pie Seein’ we can do wrong and make it look right We have a history of redefining what’s right So when they burn your dictionary- kid, I wouldn’t look twice You’ve run outta innocence to act surprised One man’s good mornin’ is another man’s good night Grateful as a blade’a grass grown in New York We’ll find out who can cut it without a spoon or fork With all eyes on the next messiah And all arms on the next to fire - Chorus Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy Could ya blame me for goin’ crazy Hey, This much I know is true. This much I know is true. - Talk to me over coffee or a few beers How Harvey Milk’s killer only got a few years What’s it cost to buy and alibi? And who taught missiles how to fly? Well even if it was free, I still wouldn’t buy it You could save me a seat and I still wouldn’t fly with As for your guns and roses, I won’t have either side of’em I’ll be settin’ sail on the next Somali pirate ship To the side of Philadelphia that isn’t sunny To the side of the joke nobody found funny Definin’ a different definition of hungry Rerouting your flight to the nearest 3rd world country A how-to on makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’ How to fight with a fist-full of paint brushes How to lead a renaissance with a trumpet And write your name in treble clef singin’ from the gutter - Chorus
5.
Pretty gal, pretty gal, was a pretty busy gal Lifted double shifts for the utility bill She has dreams of jumpin’ off the campus And landin’ in an uptown palace Breaks more than a sweat to get her fill But somehow she always seems to trip and spill It’s not her fault, but she takes the fall For other people on her team that drop the ball If singin’ the same song’s worth the music Then I guess the boyfriend’s worth the excuses Your gossip girlfriends whinin’ old news And they’re only worth their weight in IOUs(in) Up a good friend’s good will and it’s gone this far working for minimum wage and the tip jar Carries her weight, but can’t lift the curse of barely sittin’ par Even with the credit card She stands like she’s been waitin’ at a train station Holdin’ a ticket that doesn’t hold her interest. I tip my hat like a detective in training, Actin’ like somewhere else needs my assistance. It’s a look- it’s a glance- She gives me coffee and I go into my trance I wanna kiss the stress out her smile But the cash register between us won’t allow. - Chorus The songs change, but the words always stay the same Doesn’t matter what we do, we’re still playin’ the game The songs change, but the words always stay the same Doesn’t matter what we do, we’re still playin’ the game - She’s the Athena of baristas Handles all temperatures like a tea cup From customer heat to supervisor fire, Rolls off her sleeve and melts when she smiles Huh, I wonder where she gets it from And how she puts herself together when it comes undone Ehhh, but I’ve been thinkin’ lately She holds her good nature like a pistol’s safety Maybe she’s saving us from a blind rage Repressed with a more than blind rage She fronts the innocence of an amateur But walks with the swagger of a shift manager A fine tuned defense mechanism And when it collapses it’ll be cataclysmic She’ll serve espresso with a hint ‘a cyanide so She can watch us all die slow… Die slow… die slow A coffeeshop full’a people Doin’ what we want and sometimes what we need to And here she is on her daily default Customer servin’ with a smile like a freak show I’m aimin’ for a table to keep float, I told her keep the change, she told me keep it evil She said this tip jar isn’t for your ethos If you lived in my world you wouldn’t have the peace to freeload I love her, she brings me back to earth Puts me in my place everyday without speakin’ a word Someday I’ll see her and say what’s up But for now I got a date with a pen and a paper cup Got my heart in my backpack tangled up And eyes for the girl from the coffeeshop I know she knows that we know We’re just super villains with alter-egos Chorus
6.
We can’t afford to cry And we can’t afford to smile We could buy the bank, But we can’t afford the time What happened? Thought ya said it was all good, man Thought ya said we had it made What happened?… said the suit to the tie. - Chorus What makes ya happy, (Believe, believe) It comes in good time (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) - It’s ridiculous How people stick to what’s Unimportant until it ain’t givin’em any enjoyment Man this whole world’s goin’ to hell Whether you want my opinion or not, I’m gon’ give it to you, cousin. It’s cold outside more ways than one Believe me when I say this thing’s been over b-b-b-before it’s begun Man, we gon get the hell outta this town- show these people what we made of… Said the bottle to the head. Chorus
7.
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

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released January 26, 2010

Vocals- Toussaint Morrison
Keyboard- Linden Killam
Drums- Patrick Moses

Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Reid Kruger at Waterbury Music & Sound

Bass Guitar on "King Of The Cafeteria" by Reid Kruger

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- Jumping fences while running
- Stealing bikes and girlfriends
- The occasional bar fight with Jimmy & The Threats
- Operating a multi-hundred dollar crime syndicate

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