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Soixante​-​Neuf

by Coolzey and Void Pedal

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1.
Party People 01:29
Listen up party people in the place to be I am the human being that they call Coolzey I got something to feel I got something to see And I'm about to drain a three from the top of the key You talking to me G you best enunciate Articulate your words or else nerds I will anhilate My eyes dilate when I ingest psychotropic drugs Thugs keep forgetting that they're just microscopic bugs Three tugs on the rope means pull me up out of this cavern And take me over to the local tavern In a black Saturn Buick Le Sabre I don't give shit When the frog ribits I want a shot of Glenlivet Two fingers facing you is peace the other way it ain't The kid's quaint sometimes he like to just sit and paint Silly pictures for his own utter amusement Or slip into a rhyme style and start biting Doom's shit Like 'He Did' on the second verse of 'Trees and Dirt' Or Count Bass did on his 'Just to Make a Buck' verse Coolzey aka the Curse call me Mr. Dent Zoo and Roy G Biv but my real name is Zach Lint Yeah that's my Clark Kent except I just blew it Because a secret ID is not a secret if you knew it Aw screw it let's just get on with the program A tight set with no posse cut and no slow jam But buy my next album and I'll do both I promise You get it you want cool bro Coolzey I'm on it
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Hah I see you didn't expect that Rapping like Tip on a hot butter sex plat But don't call it a sex rap This is that old school new to the next rap I guess you didn't get the memo 'He Did' the first record 'Akstoopid' was a demo I'll be your host the Ghostrider This EP all beats by Chad Scheider Still puffing on the izm Working on some new shit with my man DJ PRZM Soon to tour Europe and Britain Because Kool Chip said 'I am a slave to the rhythm' You can't handle the whole weight Keep my teeth clean with a fresh tube of Colgate Keep my life flowing like a river Pluck out your eye like an arrow from a quiver While you run hither and thither like a headless chicken As I detox my liver I might remove your innards While I'm listening to 'Nuthin Fancy' by Lynnard Skynnard My apologies that last gag was mad cheap Sometimes I dream I was hard just like Black Sheep Sometimes I roll deep with mad peeps Sleep on a pillow made of fine girls' ass cheeks Petit oiseau Le gare est finit Tu dois trouver le trefle double Soixante-neuf War's over Cold sunshine Double clover 69 I don't lounge all day like an esquire I got to get up in the fire Feel my heart pump like a piston Supplying funky words so the people might listen I can't live on the chase Got to relax kick raps at a steadier pace I was in a pettier place Talking mad crap on tracks What a waste The microphone I embrace Hold it hard rock it right give the audience shakes Even my mistakes is on purpose Word to life and my my mama and my sister and black churches For certain came to concoct experiments Chad made the track man I'm feeling it And if you look you can witness me in your district screming Can I kick it So let it go professional lyric pro Grew up on the boom bap and the jazz black spirituals Flow swift and natural like whole grain cereal Flame melt your ice grills I'm a propane stereo My phonics frantic My mind's ripe with hype shit And my vocab's titanic These are hot documents we rocking with My life is like a movie but ain't nobody watching it War's over Cold sunshine Double clover 69
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ABC 03:33
Hey yo I tried to act smart So I went to school and got a college degree But I couldn't stay cool That's when I knew that it was time to act up I started looking for someone to smack up So back up before I your teeth knocked down your throat Wonder how I got the class president vote I'm intimidating Little kids I'm hating fly girls I'm dating Give props to Satan Lord of the underworld 666 Getting to the center of your head with one lick I got one dick two fists and a big mouth Looking for a shovel so that I could dig out a hole So I could throw in a body with no chest left Oh yes Ladi-Dadi One to the three to the four to the two Nine ten eleven twelve Bang Fuck you Kung fu duck stew pluck a few limbs from your torso Now ask yourself how come you're so stupid To fuck with the capital of Rap Land Gobble up a ghost quick fast like Pac-Man It's like that and yeah I'm the tax man Scare white people like as if I was a black man I'm a naughty motherfucker for Christmas I was on Santa Claus's 'You Ain't Getting Shit' list I kill kids and then I fill them up with sugar plums and cinnamon Good evening ladies and gentlemen I could use your bloody torso to make a lamp Plug my chainsaw into my guitar amp ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYCoolZey I stop by Gabe's because there ain't shit else to do I'm on the guest list as Coolzey plus two Step to the bar because it's a bad habit Order one brown bottle of beer and then I grab it Guzzle it order up another then I sip it Later at a house party might do a whip-it Skip it just like a stone across a lake Stopping by a burger shop to cop a chocolate shake I got to make dough but I can't do it rapping Now I'm washing dishes with Don in the back and Let's start packing the van for another tour Because I got see my fan and the others who're Coming to my show even if you're on the guest list Because I know my flows are the hypest and the freshest The place where I rest it's not Maine or Texas I'm talking about a place located in the midwest It's the IOWA get it in your noggin Might see it on a girl's ass when they're jogging I'm steady flogging on emcees' asses Every six months I break my motherfucking glasses A 'D' still passes but I'm getting all 'A's I refill glasses because I'm fresh all day Like Mentos the fresh-maker or Cinnaburst Biting me you'll get scared and say Those flavor crystals frighten me ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYCoolZey
4.
Bloody Apron 03:14
Who's that coming out the basement with a bloody apron Prepare to meet your replacement I chase men into alley ways Trap them up against fences and act like a dentist Taking out your teeth like dentures Violence and nudity is why my adventures is censored I bent the halo of angel Fought a dozen demons then I ate a dozen bagels Ten times the tact of new jack In fact I never lose a battle so rack Then sit back and chill while I chalk my stick I can't make the break while you're talking dick Brick after brick I keep building and building Rhyme after rhyme gets fed to the children I play with a rapper like a girl with a dolly And then I kill them like Kali I'm not jolly like Saint Nick dick My vics is steady washing up to shore like Pauly Come take a trolly to the land of make believe Because you couldn't handle the way that I ate emcees Up like a basket of hot wings King of my castle Natural like Arizona hot springs I got dreams that involve me getting paid And laid in the shade and making out with a fresh maid I made the grade I'm the best at my trade And no matter what happens Coolzey will never fade I never made a track that lacked lyrics Largely because emcees flip their lids when they hear it You can't crush my spirit by attacking my dead ego As my adventures continue like Remo Williams And billions of dollars get spent By Coolzey Roy G Biv and Mr. Dent Your sister went to my show and got a backstage pass And at last now I'm up in that ass I got class charisma character and cunning I'm stunning emcees for testing They're running and resting And while they're asleep I'm ingesting Arms and legs I digest them like eggs They beg and beg and beg me to leave them alone So I give them to my robot clone Taking them home and then I'm breaking their bones down to powder Turning the music up louder
5.
Artworld 03:58
I really don't understand kids these days Misbehave They are going to be the ones who put me in my grave Thinking about sex Thinking to much Thinking ain't safe going to mess you up Looking for the books that we removed from the shelf Bad for health Listening to unapproved music That's your ticket to hell That's why we built this store We've got everything you're looking for We've got CDs and DVDs galore So tell me why do you choose to ignore Hell we even made the bands Picked every member out with our own hands Made sure they had white teeth and tans And if the women weren't slamming Then we even enlarged their mammary glands And we taught them all what to sing And we told them all what to play And we even spied on the children So we could tell them all what to say We used the hippest modern dialect And we crafted all the lyrics Then we gave them national pride And emboldened them with spirit But those little brats just won't hear it So they go to the black market To get all their dirty music Then they get a bag of dope and spark it That's fucking sick They wont' buy the music that we sell Even though it's really funny All they want to do is rebel We spent millions making this picture And we even gave out free liquor But they said our shit was lame And the underground flick was sicker What do they got that we don't got They said our picture it lacked soul Why those little ungrateful shits How I wish I could control What they do at every turn Then maybe they all would learn That if they continue to disobey Then they all one day will burn We even took the safest modern art Made it into glossy posters But they wouldn't buy the shit So we had no sales turnover I want to bend them over and spank them all Very long and hard Only two percent of the kids we solicited applied for an Artworld card I just can't believe this shit Those kids are finally getting smart The little sons of bitches are even making their own art And recording their own music and directing their own films Even writing their own novels and they're starting artist guilds Every Artworld that we build it just doesn't matter anymore And they've finally gone and done it Now we have to close some stores Close the one in Iowa City Close the one in Omaha Five in Portland Ten in Cali And the Paris one is gone The whole world is getting smarter now that they won't buy our crap But this war is far from over watch the devil take a nap Like that

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Soixante-Neuf is the second in a series of EPs. It was released in late 2007. The beat production on the album was entirely by Void Pedal and mixed by Coolzey. Scratches were handled by Coolzey and DJ Johnny Sixx of the Other Elements. Guest appearances include Idris Goodwin and Roommate on Funk#69. Recorded in Chicago @ Chad “Void Pedal” Schneider’s apartment, during which time we also made the painting together for the cover. Mixed and mastered in Iowa City @ Tucker Burnes Recording. This album represents the dark mid life crisis of the trilogy of EPs.

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released November 1, 2007

PRODUCER: 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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