Coolzey and the Search for the Hip Hop Hearts

by Coolzey

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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 and Mixed by Luke Tweedy for Flat Black Studios
Mastered by Carl Saff for Saff Mastering
Art Direction by Jennifer Cummins Hennesy
Video Production and Direction by Jason Hennesy

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Coolzey Los Angeles, California

Coolzey is here for your listening pleasure. We got hip hop, rock and roll, pop, punk, lo-fi, blues, you name it. We got big songs, small songs, fancy songs, shitty songs, songs for a rainy day, songs for your graduation or wedding ceremony. We write songs of all genres like the way Beck, The Beastie Boys, Outkast, and Ween do to name a few influences. We also refer to ourselves in the 3rd person. ... more

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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: Life is a Wheel
As I meditate on the speakers
See you preying on the weakest
Settling for lesser quality
Whatever's cheapest
I see the joke
It's just a spoke in the wheel
Running parallel to the other spokes
That other folks feel
The smokes real enough to them
To me it's just a puff from a pipe
That gets me hyper
So that I can rock it rough
Never bluff
The straight shooter with my wordplay
Liver than McGuyver
Because I could use anything you throw my way
I'm steady making lemonade
And praying for one thing
That's to do what I'm supposed to do
Praise the monkey king
Hanuman who is my higher self
Got me spinning in place
Like the earth
For what it's worth
Which is everything
and nothing at all Paul Wall
So don't stall
Wasting my time on my trip
You got gall
Y'all got me appalled
With your selfish ways
You don't care about another soul at all
Fuck what your mouth says

Life is a bitch
Nah, son
Life is a wheel
Steady spinning in space
The whole of time is revealed
As a roller coaster ride
and we're the willing participants
Ringing in our ears is the innocence
Life is a bitch
Nah, son
Life is a wheel
That'll get me to my job
To my bed
To my next meal
Get me to my grave
We all slaves to the rhythm of life
So I enjoy losing just as much as winning

I get the deja vu
I know it's happened to you
Because it's all been done
Before the one became two
When the one made the mirror
It was the root of all fears
That's why they say that bad luck runs seven years
and that's why I'm not afraid
To break them as a symbol
Because seven is the number of the Godhead
It's simple
We're all scared of our destiny
Scared to be free
Scared to be the masters of reality
Until we see
That what we are afraid of is infinity
Living free
Sin was created by man
There's no such thing
and what brings us closer to death
Brings us closer to eternal life
Duality brings the dichotomy
So that's why I have to be discerning
When I'm learning from a man
Who doesn't understand his own yearning
Concerning the question that's burning in his brain
Which is
Why lord why do I have to feel pain?

Life is a bitch
Nah, son
Life is a wheel
Steady spinning in space
The whole of time is revealed
As a roller coaster ride
and we're the willing participants
Ringing in our ears is the innocence
Life is a bitch
Nah, son
Life is a wheel
That'll get me to my job
To my bed
To my next meal
Get me to my grave
We all slaves to the rhythm of life
So I enjoy losing just as much as winning

As I meditate on the speakers
See you preying on the weakest
Settling for lesser quality
Whatever's cheapest
I see the joke
It's just a spoke in the wheel
Running parallel to the other spokes
That other folks feel
The smokes real enough to them
To me it's just a puff from a pipe
That gets me hyper
So that I can rock it rough
Never bluff
The straight shooter with my wordplay
Liver than McGuyver
Because I could use anything you throw my way
I'm steady making lemonade
And praying for one thing
That's to do what I'm supposed to do
Praise the monkey king
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.
Track Name: Put Me Away
For a limited time my uninhibited rhyme will be available exclusively here for just a dime. It's time to take advantage of this offer now before it expires and returns to the primordial slime. You can order online or you can mail in a check, cash, money order, credit card or barter instead. I come with arms and a head, legs and torso included. Adaptable, equipped to get ripped, I'm well suited. You could dress me up and take me out around town. Introduce me to whoever whatever it is I'm down. I'll be around until you break or misplace me but if you get the warranty then you can replace me. If you act now you'll receive a free gift: A sincere heart to use as you see fit. You could keep it for yourself or you could share it. I don't care. It's your world. I'm just a part of it.

I don't want to decide what to eat so just dial that number you see on your screen. It's easy to remember and toll free. Just place your order with the operator. I'm so tired of living my life. O.B.O. You can name your price. I'll be faithful to you if you put me away at the end of the day.

Can one human ever really make another complete? I think we're praying at the feet of an altar that's bitter-sweet. Doesn't mean it's wrong. It could help you right another song. I could be your carpool dummy. Let me ride along. Fight along side you. I could be the bridegroom or just another friend that you could confide to. I don't like to be lied to, but if you stay consistent I could chalk it all up as just a trait of your worldview. Work me til I drop, til my body just stops. Keep me in the closet with the costumes and props. You can take me out when you need me. Just don't forget to water me and feed me. You can till my soil and plant a garden in my soul, wind me up and let me loose when it's time to rock and roll. When it's time to block a goal, I'll be diving and sliding. Need another verse? I'll be up all night writing.

I don't want to decide what to eat so just dial that number you see on your screen. It's easy to remember and toll free. Just place your order with the operator. I'm so tired of living my life. O.B.O. You can name your price. I'll be faithful to you if you put me away at the end of the day.

And so it goes for all my sisters and my bros: Trying to stay composed so you can be the ones chose. Cutest puppy in the pound like a gem in the lost and found. Please let me be the one you take home and boss around! Toss around and squeeze, be the one to take your keys when you've had to much to drink. Tuck you in so you don't freeze. Fan you like a breeze on a hot summer day. Help you score trees. Help you move to LA. If you've got the notion but no 'get up and go' just practice your songs and let me set up the show. I could dj and be the hype man, dropping out the beat so the crowd can hear you write and provide a contrast. Keep the music on blast at your local radio. I know the summer's gone fast. Please don't cry. We know that nothing lasts when we're in the time trapped between the future and the past.

I don't want to decide what to eat so just dial that number you see on your screen. It's easy to remember and toll free. Just place your order with the operator. I'm so tired of living my life. O.B.O. You can name your price. I'll be faithful to you if you put me away at the end of the day.

Coolzey at your service. I am exactly what you make me into.