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Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

by Jimmy & The Threats

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1.
Mr. Floyd 03:35
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
2.
Silly Guy 03:42
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
3.
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
4.
Light Of Day 04:03
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
5.
This Party 03:54
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
6.
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…

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Jimmy & The Threats are the foster parents of A Capela and Rap. Melding a trio of harmony over beatboxed beats, the group has revolutionized a genre. Although it may be unconventional, The Threats are an experiment gone right, competing in the national harmony sweepstakes and taking home the competition's best original song in an arena of mildly altered covers.

Established by frontman Toussaint Morrison after breaking from touring the country with live band The Blend to assemble something that wouldn't necessitate an electrical outlet. Asserting social justice, equity, and the occasional unlawful house party into their literature, Jimmy & The Threats makes their national debut Fall of 2013.

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released February 6, 2010

Toussaint Morrison - Lead
Andrew Berkowitz - Bass
Matt Bissonette - Harmony

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Jimmy & The Threats are the foster parents of A Capela and Rap. Melding a trio of harmony over beatboxed beats, the group has revolutionized a genre. Although it may be unconventional, The Threats are an experiment gone right, Asserting social justice, equity, and the occasional unlawful house party into their literature, Jimmy & The Threats makes their national debut Fall of 2013. ... more

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