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Coolzey and the Search for the Hip Hop Hearts

by Coolzey

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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 because 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 them 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 faking 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 liking what you're seeing I'm a Viking European In my mind it's Carpe Diem so I call them like I see them If you balling or you G'ing then I'm thinking you a demon Sucking on the corporate dick to get some semen Never getting on my knees son My name is not Liam Not praying to Jesus and I wouldn't wanna be him Hangin' from a cross just so you could floss Big boss making me wish for hearing loss The cost of the deficit is insurmountable And y'all motherfuckers is accountable Just a bunch of misfits drowning in Bisquik Trying to get rich quick I'm trying to take you down a few pegs I'm hacking 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 it 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
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To all the trash-talking karma slaves fast-talking I'm amazed at your audacity My brain is at capacity cousin because I've had it up to here allaying fears of the insecure I'm picking 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 them drag you into that haze The rat maze is miserable They love to have company Inviting me to lunch They in the other room chumping me Sizing 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 smoking something Now he's passing in to me I took a sip of the tea You see I see 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 of 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
3.
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 some 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 MacGuyver 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 MacGuyver 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
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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 too 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 falling 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 I don't wanna do that I'm too busy singing Singing to myself Do Here I am once again bringing the candy to your ear drums Another rhyme I wrote while I was waiting for the beer to come Chocolate and flowers because 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 because my life has been a crash course Traveling the world until I end up on the last porch Sitting on a swing looking 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 because by voices I'm guided But lately they been singing and bringing all types of ruckus Letting me know I don't have to support the suckas Tuck us all in with a bottle of gin Dumb and dumber because it's summer time again I made it rhyme again And you asking what it's about Eating up a rookie like a cookie from a girl scout I hurl out rhymes like my girl throwing my stuff out the window in LA That was a swell day Skip the sarcasm because I'm trying to be frank You never see me laughing on the way to the bank But afterwards you see me bringing beer to the barbecue What I'd like to do to my crew is say 'THANK YOU' Do
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Coolzey will say a wicked rhyme Just in the nick of time If I could choose a different life I'd still be picking mine Don't play the chords of fame Not the reason that I came I came to light it up And put some season in the game This is it this is not a mirage This is the real thing Laying down my flavor for the people in the building Kali bring the drama I'm going to do my best to rise above People don't believe me Because sometimes I must disguise the love It's all about you It's your world and you know that This is brand new not a hip hop throwback Go back to when you was a child Keep the innocence Don't let it suck your soul Chasing dreams of a picket fence I can testify you're a candidate for death Hold your breath You never know how many days that you have left So what you going to do Sit around and act depressed I'd rather wild out and get this shit off of my chest So I can open it up and take a look at myself Because a day where I'm smiling That's the essence of wealth Oddly enough your comeradery sucks Because you're fucking with my life I think you're taking too much I got people that are down to roll But don't be having any pull I can feel the drain on my god damned soul You should be ashamed of yourself Don't be a virus Feeding on your host without reciprocating Biting hands Snap crackle pop If you think Zach'll stop Then you must be smoking dust While you try and tackle cops I smack my chops then I tilt back my hops I'd like to thank the lovely people Who all bought and smoked my crops Now take a lesson from your pops and settle down Before you end up like your grandpops hops And end up deaded underground We headed underground We got your children Took them while you left You should have been looking where you stepped In the face of death that's when I love you the most It's the faces of death I got froze up in the presence of God again Shot my wad again Showed up to the party like a dirty drunken sod again Chasing Dionysus Still working on my thesis with a passion Starts to wear upon me after a fashion Lose all the fat off my ass and bones I'm still healthy Long at I got my MP I'm still wealthy Knock Stellas back Eat a spoonful of pot butter Tell motherfuckers to speak up when they mutter Utter butter phrases Slave to the moon's phases My beloved rugged fuck it How I love to sing your praises The black flag raises The black bag opens As the zipper closes I'm still smoking It's a bad omen I lob spit to heads ready or not Whether my aim is steady or not You better be wearing hunter's orange So as not to catch a stray buckshot Because I don't know where I'm going Throwing the rotation of the planet off its axis I haven't paid taxes for years Your worldly fears are hilarious to me What's scariest to me Is dead Japanese women crawling down staircases Tearing faces off of skulls In the face of death that's when I love you the most It's the faces of death
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Ten W.A. 02:55
Once again it's the cancerous Lazarus Consuming hazardous waste Spitting toxically into the cavernous space That lies behind your face You got no mind to erase I got nothing but time to deface Your jewel case gets cracked And tossed into the dumpster behind my apartment And I ain't even trying to start shit I fall asleep when you rap Oh snap guess what I saw A dirty white bastard undoing your girl's bra I hurl a running circular saw at your gut Because sometimes I feel like a nut Cut the vocal chords of an industry slut Getting butt fucked for what A bag of cheeseburgers and a credit card Welcome to America dick So I'm preparing you quick Because dinner's in a minute Catch a duck then I skin it Wash it down with a Guinness Think I'm sharing you're sick No longer putting up with this crap I done snapped Filling Jesus's cup at last sup with this rap I know my cuts cut close to the bone That's why I'm posted alone Out having beers when I'm supposed to be home I put it up and it was nothing but net Left you dripping with sweat C-Write productions are as live as it gets And your boy Cool's no slouch with a pen Fake friend O-H Ten Ten W-A We at it again I kind of wish I cared about what your were saying Constantly caught up in your little drama Bobbing and swaying Like a leaky lifeboat way out in the Pacific Yeah you spray lots of shit But I wouldn't call having diarrhea prolific It's the intrinsic nature of an idiot to hate you Criticize and rate you But they cannot deflate you So state your damn intentions Before you show me your ineptitude by waffling Unless you want to be a blood offering Gobbling up a stream of jet black semen Coming out the dicks of a dozen demons in hell Go ahead you might as well start screaming Because you're dreaming if you think you're leaving I'm retrieving your soul for dinner Because I like the way it smells So keep shelling out the bucks For oil and other products And keep raping the young We always knew you gave a fuck Put an X on the box to bail out BP and JP We the fucking people stay committed to suck No longer putting up with this crap I done snapped Filling Jesus's cup at last sup with this rap I know my cuts cut close to the bone That's why I'm posted alone Out having beers when I'm supposed to be home I put it up and it was nothing but net Left you dripping with sweat C-Write productions are as live as it gets And your boy Cool's no slouch with a pen Fake friend O-H Ten Ten W-A We at it again
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MPC + MIC 03:41
Well I'm going to set it off first With a mega bomb burst You couldn't find another rapper like me on the whole Earth Blessed with the curse to take the best with the worst Leave it to the man to take a cut of what it's worth I got rhymes for the beat Like an egg for a nest I like De La Soul and a Tribe Called Quest Woodstock got the product knocking at your chest Rappers try and test That's when I call next See your eyeball flex because you're clocking me C double O L Z there's no shocking me Talking me down from this ledge I'm standing on I'm planning on jumping into something tonight There's no stopping me That's how we do it when we're rocking it right Rock a funky rhyme until the broad daylight To the break of dawn And in the place to be I got the MPC plus the M I C So who's the matchmaker Kali life taker Bad luck Chuck You done spilled the salt shaker Feeling my oats like Quaker Cake baker Fuck the US trying to invade Jamaica Stake a little claim on the mic device Come so nice they want to double the price They want to covet the spice Come on and blow on the dice Because I'm on a roll like kelp, fish and rice I'd like to entice you with an invite To get hype and act a fool if you'd like to My crew is catering the event So get your RSVP sent to get bent Ladies and gents so tense from all the stress We got you Let the beat do shiatsu Release the pressure that's building Take the day off and hang out with some children Ha ha ha Let's regain the awe I don't know why y'all refrain from raw Want to restrain the god from self realization Switch to fumigation and libation Why change the station I'm going to unplug myself I'm trying to enjoy my health Employ myself to carry out whatever endeavor I deem worth of my attention That's wealth Evidently I'm presently residential In an order that is sequential Everyone telling me that it's essential To acquire and possess I guess they're all mental That's how we do it when we're rocking it right Rock a funky rhyme until the broad daylight To the break of dawn And in the place to be I got the MPC plus the M I C I'm not from MIT Yale Harvard or Stanford But I know the question in the form of an answer And I know why Uncle L said He was walking with a panther Because every human being has dormant cancer Let me take it back No need to take it there 4 3 2 1 Woodstock drop the snare Followed by the kick That's what makes the beat stick In your mind with my lyrics Yeah it's a neat trick Gotta be quick Unless you want to be vicced I got the jukebox picked I think it's going to be sick That's how we do it when we're rocking it right Rock a funky rhyme until the broad daylight To the break of dawn And in the place to be I got the MPC plus the M I C And we the MIB You know the men in black Pete's name is Woodstock My name is Zach And we rock it like that Like back to back And yo we never coming wack Because we got it like that
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Put Me Away 03:48
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 toI don't w 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 bittersweet 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 until I drop Until 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 too 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 right 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
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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 April 5, 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 Fairfield, Iowa

Golden era hip-hop roots planted in black Iowa dirt are the foundation. Growth tempered by alternative era rock influence. This along with a love for the juxtaposition of the dark, horrific nature of life paired with a slapstick and comedic view of the world allow for a wide, unpredictable arsenal ranging from soul-spilling indie bedroom rock to wise-cracking battle rap and on to radio pop. ... more

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