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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
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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.
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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

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from Evil Made Easy, released January 26, 2010
Vocals & Lyrics by Toussaint Morrison
Percussion by Patrick Moses
Keys by Linden Killam

Recorded in Minneapolis, MN

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