Coolzey and the Search for the Hip Hop Hearts

by Coolzey

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about

The summer of 2010 from the beginning of May to the end of July my friends and I embarked on an arduous endeavor. The idea was to create a Coolzey emceed album for free public consumption with twelve songs, each produced by a different beatsmith, and each with their own music video, to be released on a weekly basis.

The process entailed a weekly phone tag / email / text session to my beat-making brethren to wrangle up the music, sifting through beats to find “the one”, getting the final version of the beat in the right file format and arrangement, writing the lyrics, rewriting the lyrics, recording rough versions, taking the rough versions to Luke Tweedy at Flat Black Studios and recording the final versions, giving the rough mix to Jason Hennesy who would be orchestrating the video idea, getting a crew together for the video shoot, shooting the footage, editing the video, meanwhile back to the recording studio to finalize the mix, master the mix, send the final mix to Jason, finish editing and rendering the video, and getting it to the blogs and radio shows by our weekly deadline.

It was really a full-time job that we squeezed in between our other full-time jobs, (I was remodeling a house and Jason was landscaping), and a lot of people contributed their time and resources to the cause. We pulled it off and have been very happy with the results.

Thanks to a successful Kickstarter campaign, we have revived the project, remixed the audio with Luke, sent it to be mastered with Carl Saff in Chicago, and Jason has reworked the videos for the pressing up of a CD / DVD combo. Released in its entirety on April 5th of 2011.

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released 05 April 2011
Produced by Coolzey for Public School Records
Recorded by Luke Tweedy for Flat Black Studios
Engineered by Carl Saff for Saff Mastering
Art Direction by Jennifer Cummins Hennesy
Video Production and Direction by Jason Hennesy

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Track Name: Enjoy Your Holiday
The common man will bitch and moan until you give him a bone. Give him a shot at the throne or a microphone. Put him on the stage alone and when the pitch is thrown, he's blowing stitches 'cus his shit wasn't tightly sewn. It's nothing new to me I see it happen all the time. Now let me see this crap you call a rhyme. You'll probably get signed. That's a sign of the times. Your flag is in the way. Can't see the sun when it shines. Your lines is vacuous. Zach is an activist that's attracting a faction of advocates. You can get mad at this, but you look sad to kids. Hand on your dick jumping around like you had to piss. That's why I had to diss. This anthropologist just crossed the line. Time to tell 'em to call it quits. The ball it fits nicely in the palm of my hand, so I tucked it and ran back to my home, better known as the end-zone. Littered with bones, holmes, you shoulda been known. So don't be an ingrown follicle unless you want the scientist to break you down to the smallest molecule. Your artificial rhymes will never pay off. I'm down-sizing the company. Get ready for a lay-off. Plus your cadence is way off. You're so not sick. You're fakin' it like Ferris Bueller on his day off. So stay off the streets, stay in school, and stay tuned. Learn to respect the party people in the room. Worship the dollar bill and you get what you deserve. You get kicked to the curb.

I can't make you comment on my blog, trust that I'm sincere, admit when you are wrong. I can't make you have a better day, stop taking those pills, ignore what people say. I can't make you leave it all behind, move out to the country and start a farm with me. I can't make you take off all your clothes, download all my music, enjoy your holiday.

I know you're likin' what you're seein'. I'm a Viking European. In my mind, it's Carpe Diem, so I call 'em like I see 'em. If you ballin' or you G'in' then I'm thinkin' you a demon sucking on the corporate dick to get some semen. Never gettin' on my knees son. My name is not Liam. Not prayin' to Jesus and I wouldn't wanna be him. Hangin' from a cross just so you could floss. Big boss makin' me wish for hearing loss. The cost of the deficit is insurmountable and y'all motherfuckers is accountable. Just a bunch of misfits drownin' in Bisquik and trying to get rich quick. I'm trying to take you down a few pegs. I'm hackin' at your legs with an axe, Jack. I'm just a loose cannon, I'm not trying to take rap back. My intentions is unclear and that's why its scares you. There is absolutely no possible way to prepare you.

I can't make you comment on my blog, trust that I'm sincere, admit when you are wrong. I can't make you have a better day, stop taking those pills, ignore what people say. I can't make you leave it all behind, move out to the country and start a farm with me. I can't make you take off all your clothes, download all my music, enjoy your holiday.
Track Name: Uh Huh
To all the trash-talking karma slaves fast-talking, I'm amazed at your audacity. My brain is at capacity cous' 'cus I've had it up to here allaying fears of the insecure. I'm pickin' up my pen so epic wins occur. My fans infer their fantasies from jamming to my ramblings while jerks in big shirts and flat brims be battling. I'm rattling the cages of these tired-ass tigers for a living, but stick to staying humble and forgiving. There's no bad people, just people having bad days, but that's no excuse. Don't let 'em drag you into that haze. The rat maze is miserable. They love to have company. Inviting me to lunch, they in the other room chumpin' me. Sizin' me up. Trying to figure out the best way to get at my cheese. Here's an idea: Ask me. I wouldn't put it past me to give it up for free. My soul is infinite so there's no way to outlast me.

Whatever you got, whether you like it or not. You got shit to do so get up out your spot. You're gonna need a lot of energy. Need a lot of energy. Need a lot of energy. And when you grind and you start to shine, you'll find within and outside of your mind you're gonna meet a lot of enemies. Meet a lot of enemies. Meet a lot of enemies. Uh Huh.

What happens when you dream? Is it elaborate and free? This dude was smokin' something, now he's passin' in to me. I t- I took a sip of the tea. You see, I see that my name is Zachary and that means 'God will remember me' and so I rest easily amidst my many enemies because I know a couple lives ago they was a friend o' me. The memory of grudges is what makes us petty motherfuckers. Pity that we succumb so readily, but steadily the age of the primate is coming to a close whether or not you got your finger up your nose. From my toes to my fingers, from Coltrane to Mingus, energy flows from fellatio to cunnilingus. And I don't wanna miss a beat, but I know I gotta let it go in the world of the incomplete.

Whatever you got, whether you like it or not. You got shit to do so get up out your spot. You're gonna need a lot of energy. Need a lot of energy. Need a lot of energy. And when you grind and you start to shine, you'll find within and outside of your mind you're gonna meet a lot of enemies. Meet a lot of enemies. Meet a lot of enemies. Uh Huh.
Track Name: Do
Do you really wanna do that? Think it over and over until you freeze. You say 'I can't get over how I blew my chance. This isn't how I wanted it to be.' But it's to late, yeah it's too late, we tell ourselves, to teach this dog to live again. Despair is in the air. It's hard to even care. The food you eat the clothes you wear: it's all fallin' away now. All I can say to you is you should know you're not alone. All you can say to me is please answer your telephone. But I don't wanna do that. I'm to busy singing. Singin' to myself.

Do.

Here I am once again bringin' the candy to your ear drums. Another rhyme I wrote while I was waitin' for the beer to come. Chocolate and flowers 'cus I love to you smile. C double O-L, old to the new style. 3 or 4 Stellas then I hit the vaporizer. Nobody gets liver than the party organizer. Decent drunk driver 'cus my life has been a crash course. Traveling the world until I end up on the last porch. Sitting on a swing lookin' at the night sky, knowing every second is a second that I might die. So why try and fight it? See a joint then I light it. This rhyme, I didn't write it, 'cus by voices I'm guided. But lately they been singin' and bringin' all types o' ruckus, lettin' me know I don't have to support the suckas. Tuck us all in with a bottle o' gin. Dumb and dumber 'cus it's summer time again. I made it rhyme again, now you askin' what it's about: Eatin' up a rookie like a cookie from a girl scout. I hurl out rhymes like my girl throwin' my stuff out the window in LA. That was a swell day. Skip the sarcasm 'cus I'm tryin' to be frank. You never see me laughin' on the way to the bank, but afterwards you see me bringin' beer to the barbecue. What I'd like to do to my crew is say 'THANK YOU'.

Do.