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Coolzey vs PRZM

by Coolzey and DJ PRZM

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1.
Punk/Punk/Punk (feat. Count Bass D) 02:54
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As the brown bottle busts over your head It jogs your fucking memory Your life flashes before you In your eyes I spit Hennessey My rhyme busts in your brain like forced entry Chop you up and stuff your whole duck crew Inside a motherfucking bloody Bentley Gently removing my hand from a white latex glove Spattered with blood While your girl give me a backrub The back of your head is what I'm aiming at Using flesh to make collages is the only way I'm framing cats Naming rats like Kool Keith Girls love me like Lucy Even though I act scary like my man Gary Busey Knock you out with ammonia then I stone you Spit from California all the way to Macedonia I own you like a toy I'm sick of playing with That's why I stuffed you in a hole tied to an M-80 lit Just like my G.I. Joes I suppose When my flows hit your grill you're going to need a new knows This rose has a big thorn And I'm a child of the corn with a power drill Fucking up your dorm Standing in the storm in the street with a hatchet Ligaments torn I hit your feet with a rachet My mind you can't match it Deep wound you can't patch it Pulling shit out of my trench coat like I was Inspector Gadget Respect the magic Put your body up in a chest in the attic Then I lock it then I latch it Glutton for punishment Accurate description of one truly dedicated to rap shit Props or not H-town to T-dot I used to cop a squat headlining in the parking lot This game ain't got no benefits no investments My banks a pissy mattress You trying to ease your way into it You can't love it if you're scared to go hard with it I'm going to be PRZM in heaven before I bust an L7 SP and MP until the maggots come eat me If you disagree don't give me your CD when you see me If I don't talk shit you will not quit And I don't want what I haven't got Big up Sinead You want to be popular Demand to get paid When you don't do that you ruin the game Because the same dudes run up to me trying to get shit free CBDJPRZMRIP You know what I mean straight up
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This is Fun 03:31
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This is a fun night for dancing directly in the devil's gunsight Carousing in the crosshairs yeah secreting sunlight Laughing in the face of a fucking demon Jumping screaming Something seeming wrong Sing the song until it's done right Ring the gong to start the pit fight Until an emcee get their shit right And by emcee I mean human Just a body I'm consuming Certain death is looming in the rafters And we got what he's after So let's make a disaster With love light and laughter Sacrifice a bunk crunk rapper Skin him like a trapper Keeper of the rapture Reaper of the captured meat Peeper of the beat Your shit's weak you're up shit's creek I'm geeking heat seeking beat peeping Mic tweaking brain leaking rap beacon Nothing ever ended so I don't know where to begin My whole life is like a long weekend Used to be a church deacon Let loose herds of words to get nerds freaking Birds cheeping that means the end of the evening Come on everybody in the room that's still breathing Pick up your bones pull out your cell phones On to the afterparty yeah come on yo we leaving So knock knock who is it It's time for a visit From that old time party rhyme I know you miss it If you got a problem throw it in a bottle Like a scale model of a ship Yeah that's right dismiss it Or is it the end of the world I hardly think so Even if it's last call you can get another drink yo There's only five years left until 2012 But this is fun this is fun this is fun Don't let anyone tell you different It's the incorrigable unignorable explorable nobleman Gnawing at your feet like a Doberman Sober when I'm sleeping Cobra when I'm creeping Wolf up in the sheep Dirty demon and I'm leaping Novel reading hovel dwelling Rap cretin craft selling Look at an emcee's head like Gallagher look at a watermelon Rebelling pre-selling tickets Got to pay the Grinch Hip hop's Terry Gilliam slash David Lynch I paid the bitch That's why I get to fuck her But don't get mad get glad girls I'm still a sucker I love falling in love Doing Dionysian drugs I'm increasing the hugs and decreasing the thugs I love increasing the pace So sink your teeth in the bass I leave an emcee looking like that they had pleats in their face Smoke lareets and get blazed with my feet in your face Defeat you in a race Delete you not a trace What a waste cut a face Got that movie butter taste But I'm laced with LSD-25 so get live in the fucking place Chug a case of Coors go on tours kick open doors Out in the rain while it pours while you eat between snores Hit up stores buy a water take a pis Buy a water take piss buy a water and some papers smoke a spliff Life is jumping off a cliff Hey guess what meathead I don't give a motherfucking shit about street cred So knock knock who is it It's time for a visit From that old time party rhyme I know you miss it If you got a problem throw it in a bottle Like a scale model of a ship Yeah that's right dismiss it Or is it the end of the world I hardly think so Even if it's last call you can get another drink yo There's only five years left until 2012 But this is fun this is fun this is fun Don't let anyone tell you different
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Snatch Your Girlfriend 03:44
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Live and direct from Sacramento Stab them with a pencil after macking on a bimbo Kidnap them in a limo Blast the instrumental without cracking a window Puff the whole bag yeah we never leave a little left over With the west coast doja Make magic on the mic after packing up the pipe See beyond black and white Put up your flag don't want to fight I been shooting craps my life and luck number seven You must be going to heaven or hell Die Look man I ain't got time to write rhymes Super motherfucking Bru is only here to fight crimes And don't wear a cape to paint a mask on my face If this my theme music Mr. Dent add the bass Can of mace on the keychain flashlight on the belt You know how many bad guys these knuckles felt I shove a mic down your throat and use the cord as a lasso The next villain on my shitlist be MC Asshole The castle's the capital aka crack your clavicle Snatch your soul I'm nasty like Tobasco flavored tobacco Shake the keg break your leg while you fake dead I'll blaze with dreds bake your head then I'll take your bread Your chain was read then I stole your gold and platinums Spitting's a nasty habit but with the mack you blasting You know what happens to the bullets I'm so fast I catch them Throw them back at you bastards Your back'll be like Baptists So holy catch a blow to your goatee like a goalie No one knows me so I approach a mic slowly I'm not on some okie dokie I'm known to light the stogie Low key I know these dudes who bruise bodies Instead of poetry use shottys to move parties like that Spitball like Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must A gust of wind we send your world ends It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends Coolzey trap a rapper in a trash compactor Back over bad actors with a fat tractor like What's the matter Meat hacker bush-wacker wiley cracker wascally wabbit Bad habit leave my sugar out the daiquiri Real name is Zachary Oldest in the family Pity the poor punk that has to play after me That's how it has to be Girls make a pass at me Sometimes tit sounds sweet sometimes they asking me nastily Hastily waste a G softer than pastry Competitors still don't know quite what to make of me Take pees in public Loving life fuck it I'm having fun until I fucking kick the bucket If you got a bill tuck it in my pants because I'm dancing Never pay for sex I'm freelancing De-pantsing dames got to slow down slick Forgot the foreplay Coolzey climbing Everest myself Fuck Tenzig Norgay Tossing back a forty Spooning in the sorbet Always eating gourmet Shouting at a shorty Straight shitting on kitten emcees Getting emcees like gremlins Slitting emcees gutting emcees they trembling Emcees bitten by me become bitches Close come off hoes like my shows without hitches Fuck riches I got a collarbone collection Single of the month in fucking Hip Hop Connection Racket Mag Maximum Ink I make you think Rap's on his way home he just stopped off for a drink Chopped off your fingers cooked up them up like sausage links Leave you speechless now you can only communicate with blinks Everybody in this motherfucker will get touched For this mic to get clutched we can't lie it's a must A gust of wind we send your world ends It's a fact we only rap to snatch your girlfriends
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Relax Fuck 02:49
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Relax fuck You fucking fuckhead relax I'm just trying to make tracks cold max and build stacks I said relax fuck You fucking prick take a chill pill Because fucking with stress and that mess You know I will kill And that's the real deal So what you think about it Give me a lemon and I'll make a fucking drink up out it Throw me a punch I'll fucking roll with it guaranteed Already told you that a gun is not scaring me You don't understand Am I confusing You see I find this whole life highly amusing The path you're choosing I find boring Your Jerry Spring ass drama got me snoring I like ignoring while you're complaining Hey take a look out the window dude it's not raining In fact it's 70 degrees with no humidity Oh Zach you're just trying to get rid of me You're fucking kidding me This is how you get off It's like you ain't happy unless you're pissed off Twisting my wrist off Bitch you better let go Throwing my shit out the window Oh here we go Don't throw my clock I don't want to see time fly Somehow one third of my life's already gone by But like a bonsai I'm going to branch out Laying my plans out because I'm the man now You got your hands out looking for handouts But one day to me is worth a couple grand now I help your ass out you only want more So all I see in our future is a closing door Relax fuck You fucking fuckhead relax I'm just trying to make tracks cold max and build stacks I said relax fuck You fucking prick take a chill pill Because fucking with stress and that mess You know I will kill
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Old Souls 16:16
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Winter in the midwest is brutal Overcast skies and bare trees Every day is like a funeral Church bells ring out ominous tones Carried on the harsh wind that chills your bones Gravestones covered in snow can't read the names Just a bunch of rotting corpses with worms in their brains The air is thick with old souls People who we used to be Past lives haunt us There's no way to get immunity from old souls Old deeds done dirt cheap Just to make a buck catch a fuck or find a place to sleep Face the creep in the cellar looking at you in the mirror Every day you run away but he just gets nearer The Death of Ivan Ilych Getting shoved into a black bag Punks get drink on Jim Beam and bump Black Flag Slap your brother in the face just to wake him up He offers you a bump from a key why don't you take him up Now you're up for good understood Sweeping up your floor reveal the dark brown wood Your mind's gone for good but you could never come back You got the dents in your head but you could never come wack Never that kill a track Lead a cat to ruin Never hear me complain Shit you know how PRZM's doing I'm not even going to tell you Better ask that cat And if you still give a shit you better blast that cat Green turns brown and brown turns white And old turns dead We look left we look right But we still all end and We'll turn out tonight But don't pretend Pretend Green turns brown and brown turns white And dead Hip hop heads who don't rotate Spitball I hate to burn bridges but Bitch I ain't with y'all Why don't you go band your bloody head into a brick wall Or dive into a pool of alligators like Pitfall Midwest we drag chains like Jacob Marley Get fat and die like Biggie and Chris Farley Ignorant and misled we evil I'm like the kid from the Sixth Sense Because I see dead people Surrounded by them pounded by them Old souls we're hounded by them They built the big buildings Corporations were founded by them Old blood old death lingers like a perfume But more like a stench so foul that it could clear a room So fear the moon because that's when they become strong This is a cautionary tale it's not a love song And this isn't horrorcore this is real life On the way home you could get stabbed with a real knife Maybe out of desperation Maybe out of spite Maybe you were walking through the wrong hood at night But either way inside builds a rage you can't control And as your life leaves your body you become just another Trapped between worlds seeking revenge for a mideed Looking for a weak willed human that you could mislead Because hate begets hate The boomerang is coming back RIP DJ PRZM homie thank you for the track

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Coolzey vs Przm is the third in a series of EPs. It was released in June 2008. The beat production on the album was entirely by DJ Przm of Spitball and mixed by Coolzey except for Snatch Your Girlfriend beat which was written by Coolzey. Scratches were handled by Coolzey. Guest appearances include Bru Lei on Snatch Your Girlfriend, Count Bass D on Punk/Punk/Punk, and Daren Ho of Raccoo-oo-oon and The Rhombus on Old Souls.

The album was recorded in Sacramento in DJ Przm’s apartment and finished a year after DJ Przm passed away on June 10th, 2007 in Iowa City @ Tucker Burnes Recording. Mixed and mastered in Iowa City @ Tucker Burnes Recording. This album represents the autumn years of the trilogy of EPs.

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released June 6, 2008

BEATS: PRZM
RHYMES and CUTS: COOLZEY
ENGINEER:Tucker Burnes

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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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