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French fries and ice cream
I know you won't forget it
Now let me see the hands of the people who's with it
It won't be long before my new sensation
Is rocking party people chilling all across the nation
So step up to the podium with sugar and sodium
They go so well together like children and Nickelodeon
I'm blowing like the breeze and because I'm in season
I guess that I'm blessed like as if I was sneezing
So give me one reason why you won't buy me
A cool vanilla shake and a plate of golden fries
Or a mint chocolate chip cone with eyes made of sugar
Wipe a booger on your tombstone while listening to Group Home
From New York, New York to Paris, France
When I'm stage I like to take off my pants
That's how you know that it's a real hype show
And the next thing you know there goes my ego
Americans use ketchup the French use mayo
Me versus another emcee it's a KO
I like my fries hot I spike them with Tabasco
So I can keep bringing fools heat like Rasco
The capital rapital C double O L Z
You ought to know well that my name is misspelled
Until you add the E Y
Come on don't be shy
I'm just a guy without a suit or a tie
So pry open the coffin lid
Yo check the skeleton kid
Now tell me was his skin black or white
It's hard to tell ain't it
I can see you straining
Give it up because it doesn't matter if you're wrong or right
You missed the point again
I smoked a joint again and jumped into the ocean as I said 'Goodnight'
You're just a mannequin
You act like Anakin
But give it up because I know you're going to lose the fight
It goes french fries and ice cream the name of this jam
It probably won't be long before you know who I am
But I don't give a damn I just keep playing
Like your favorite song until my last day and
I'm swaying to the music because that's what I do
I'm true to this shit because I love my crew
One day you will know that they are the shit
But for now just listen to my hit
It goes french fries and ice cream my two best things
Me up with them and I swear I'll grow wings
When the telephone rings I always try and answer
I hope that the grease doesn't give me colon cancer
On Dancer on Prancer on Donner and Blitzen
Fuck Reagan fuck Clinton fuck Bush and Nixon
I'm fixing to get wisdom because that's how I kick it
Now everybody grab your ice cream cones and lick it
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In the back with a smile and a rap with the style
Got that good feeling hope it lasts for a while
Coolzey Backwoods Def3 Black and Mild
Smoke fills up the room
You be lacking style
Groupies acting wild because they want a soap opera
Go with your fantasy girl I won't stop you
You could have the drama and I could have the marijuana
In a sauna with Donna and Tanya
That's right I'm tightening up the loose screws
In the rap game it's a shame no more Juice Crews
Just a bunch of whoopty whoop goofy fruit loop dudes
Taking off your shirt when other dudes have to look at you
Wait up do you really shave your chest hair B
And do you really think your screwed up face is going to scare me
I'll probably just chuckle
Right before I slam your ugly grill into a turnbuckle
I killed Jekyll so now there's no place to Hyde
Best stay inside or get sprayed with insecticide
So who's next to die an untimely death
Take your last breath step up to the mic and make your little mess
Then watch me clean it up heat it up eat it up
Just like a scrambled egg I'm going to beat it up
Tee it up drive it home just like a chauffeur
Back in the days I used to wear the penny loafers
Aqua Socks big Bermuda shorts and charm bracelets
Now I make hits in apartments and basements
Smoke blunts poke stunts and dabble in the magical realm of rap
I'm just trying to give back the joy that was given to me in my youth
And throughout my whole life
Because this music save my fucking life
So why would I ever disrespect it neglect it
Yo Fed Up load it up and kill the fucking record
I'm here to do the opposite of what I'm told
Pick up a brick and turn that shit in to gold
Hold my head high and laugh at the sky
Get mad and cry maybe get sad and die
This battle cry is mighty like a mantra
While most motherfuckers shady like Iran Contra
My rhymes haunt you taunt you tease you
Burn you freeze you give you amnesia
I could get busy in a bedroom or venue
Grapple with a grizzly bear spicing up the menu
Coolzey does tricks no other emcee can do
Like hand you the microphone jump off of the speakers and then do
Five backflips in slow-mo over the crowd
While playing my guitar with the amp turned loud
All the while I'm free-styling and leaving a trail of swirling colors
Then I disappear into a portal leaving a small hazy cloud
Which dissipates and mingles with the cigarette smoke in the bar
And there you fucking are
Faced with your mediocre life thus far
But then you look up and you see that the jar
Has holes that are just big enough to crawl out of
The light was shining through but you thought it was a star
And now you know that it's the way to go
So you're climbing up the side to the hole
Poke your body through and leave the fake people back in hell
Until it's time to go back and tell
The tales that god told you to say because you're a prophet now
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Mentality
04:55
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Hold the phone
Coming out the dial tone of the everyday rap
Is a musical milestone
So why settle for less when the best is coming at you
Side-stepping through the mess
So raise your hands if you're tired of egotistical coke-heads
The jokes dead
Hooray for the mystical madman
Studying books and taking notes on a legal pad
Crooks get the decoy
I enjoy making them mad like shaking up an ant farm
I inject intellect into a fans arm
I inflict X amount of damage and I manage
To ravage rhyme books and cut them up like cabbage
I don't play video games or waste time
I like to make beats meditate motivate and write rhymes
Five times a day I get disgusted
By a mediocre rapper that couldn't cut the mustard
To be brief the booty rhymes that you busted
If they was a bike they would be in the creek rusted
Missing a wheel what's the deal
Where's your motivation
You want money and fame
It's just a game
Take women for instance
The minute that you stop sweating them man you'll be getting them
But I'm not letting them get into my head
I just put them in the bed and then I proceed to petting them
Beats I'm setting them up for target practice
Like bottles on the fence get the twenty-two and blast it
Smashing the glass
It's the last rap classic
I'm lost in America
The area's massive and jam packed with bastards blocking up my path
Makes me go grab the twenty-two of MIller then max
Program the tracks
Put the pen to the paper
No time for love Dr. Jones
I'm sifting through stacks
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
Yo it's the classical gas
I got another hall pass
I rocked a house party then I got a little ass
I took out the trash because my house smelled
I clang an emcee's head like a motherfucking cowbell
Now telling stories and drinking forties in the dark
In summertime you see my ass running through the park
Falling in the creek with my clothes on
Crawling back home to get my motherfucking flows on
You see that?
It just goes on and on like life
So quit trying to hold on to the side of my boat as I float past
No you can't have my change
Im trying to feed my own ass and you know that so why are you asking
I'm just kicking back and trying to be relaxing
Because life is taxing and so is the government
But you know I had to keep my fans loving it
I'm straight rubbing it up in the faces
And I'm not fucking scared of no gun either
Handling my business like a man hand to hand
But I'm not trying to start any beef until an MC
Feels the need to show me that his fucking head is empty
And I'm not trying to be paranoid
But I plan to make riches so I must avoid the Noid
Trying to take the cheese off my pizza pie
If hip hop came from the streets well that's fine
But now it comes out of my mouth
And that of others with like minds
You search for us then you might find
The key to be free is to want it
Let me tell you a secret
Your house is haunted and the ghost is you
So what am I supposed to do
Search for a posse of the chosen few
Or just hold my brew a little tighter
Fuck the either or man
I'm a lover and a fighter party igniter rap-rhyme exciter
Dropping rhyme rations from a hang-glider
Even when I'm sloppy drunk my rhymes sound tighter
Dropping science like a hot potato Ore-Ida
The easy rider might pull an all-nighter
Checking my web for MCs like a spider
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
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It goes CDs techno keyboards heck no
You're holding on to rap with a weak grip let go
Sink ship quit rap ink drip get back
Don't get daps only thing you get is laughed at
Crowd wants cash back promoter won't ask back
Won't collect ASCAP probably get your ass capped
Making fun of hip hop like a bad flashback
Respect the movement I'm still a student
Humble thyself bitch or get switched with new shit
Replaced like old parts prune-faced like old farts
I'm spitting true shit you're trying to hit the pop charts
I'm spitting new shit you're still spitting your old darts
And they got blunt tips lackluster dumb wit
Not trying to spend time to find new rhymes to come with
So adios dumb-shit I wouldn't try to stand up
Because even with a beat like this you got no hands up
So get up stand up time for you to man up
You're begging for some whoop-ass
Here let me open a can up
Beat you like a step-kid eat your ass for breakfast
Eat you like Chex Mix make a better death mix
Take you like a breath mint rape you like a fratboy
Hang out in the sewers counting cheese yo call me rat-boy
Swat you like a cat toy watch you like a bat boy
Haunt you like a poltergeist no more life to enjoy
From b-boys to assholes hard-rocks to corn-feds
You be good as dead when you come across my wood shed
So turn around go back melt you like colby-jack
Slice you like provolone funny rappers go home
I'm not trying to tell you exactly who you want to be
I just don't think that you should tangle with the likes of these
It goes Coolzey Animos emcees at a loss
Funny rappers is outlined in chalk
Yeah I'm the Punisher and now your fun is up
Don't claim the title you're not better than one of us
Mos floss bittersweet top notch in the street
Doctor who's the monster is it him or me
Cool Zach holler back
What's that Mos attack
Shoulder jab then a heart stab then a collar snap
I spit the honest rap and you're a novice cat
I pin pointed and picked off your Starter cap
I roll with winners who are far from finished
Who stomp on contenders and barf on pretenders
Who say the same thing
Oochie Mossie bang bang
Run walk spit talk still it's the same me
Crawl like a centipede more like my enemy
All on the floor thinking y'all are offending me
No not a little I'm a missile named Strangle
You know me I broke the trophy on your mantle
Hot chicks tie them up good green buy it up
I'm the livest one harrassing faggot fucks in Iowa
PDC resident Stuebenville represent
Echos from my past now at last I'm expressing it
Words collide in my song broad back so I'm strong
What's wrong Mos
It's been eleven weeks since I hit the bong
Mister Full-of-Steam with the flying guillotene
Still it seems Animos is so quick to kill a team
I'm the brand name and y'all the damn same
My campaign is death to the lame-brains
That's ruining life with one remaining factor
Still all I see everywhere is funny rappers
I'm not trying to tell you exactly who you want to be
I just don't think that you should tangle with the likes of these
It goes Coolzey Animos emcees at a loss
Funny rappers is outlined in chalk
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It's like that on the front porch
Blazing a torch drinking a nightcap
Might rap might pick up the axe and start thrashing and noodling
Either way you know it sounds fat
Stomp clap kick a hi hat or a cowbell
With a green thumb and a brown belt
Down until the end of my days I got stability
Given to me by the trees and the dirt
Three years ago on New Years Day
I ate a mushroom then walked into the woods
The trees told me something and to this day
Coolzey is absolutey up to no good
I've been learning a lot about the way of the world
I got them squirming a lot because the weight that I curl
Is steady growing exponentially
Not to mention we are buying up property
Land
Because we ought to be breaking up monopolies yo
Let the horns blow
Remember when we used to hide the sauce in the corn rows
One block away from the treehouse that we built
With our own hand because that's what our fathers did
Four generations deep where we live
And spent the whole time steady digging in the dirt
And what did they accomplish
Handling biz and raising the kids that is here to save the Earth
And that's word
Busting through the silence is the sound that you heard
Bang
Like a bullet from a gun yeah we got guns
Shotguns military ARs and glocks son
No need to talk about it no need to boast
I'd like to send a shot out to my people on the coast
Bang
For the haters and a pound for the clowns who's down
To get dirty with the green and the brown
So grab me a beer somebody get Will a whiskey
Because the jam is so fresh yes my eyes are getting misty
The bacon's getting crispy and the coffee's been on for an hour
Get your ass up get in the shower
Because we got work to do and that's cool
That's what I'm here for
There ain't nobody around here to shed a tear for
Except for the natives that capitalism slaughtered
Time to take it back
Community trees dirt and water
Everywhere that we go
We got the heartland with us the world can't get us
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
Everywhere that we go
Come and try and take the land where our family stands man
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
Everywhere that we go
We got the heartland with us the world can't get us
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
Everywhere that we go
Come and try and take the land where our family stands man
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
I see the sun coming up
Over that Eastern horizon
Such a glorious sight for these weary eyes
After a long dark lonely night
I'll put that dirt on a biscuit
I'll put that dirt in my tea
And when they fill that grave on the hill
They'll put that black Iowa dirt over me
There's only one way to find out where he keeps his hide out
Saddled up the horse time to ride out it was night out
Pass the tobacco took a bite out
Would it be a home run base hit line ground or fly out
Took a time out busted an old rhyme out
His horse pawed the ground he took tequila and a lime out
Belted one back chewed the fruit and felt the bite sting
Dug his spurs in and aimed his nag toward the fight ring
And on his way he pick up some compadres
Whitmore the Strangler Angle and Doc Dawn Dre
To name a few posse was huge a whole lot of dudes
Whole crew do it death eat a lot of food
Shot a dude in Reno just to watch his head spin
Bite a deer's heart and look at you with a red grin
Coming to the table with a napkin tucked in
To his front collar because he heard the cook holler
And ring the triangle like come and get it
Did you take care of business he said don't sweat it
The way he said it you just know he got deaded
Probably hurt bad shot stabbed or beheaded
Now it's time to celebrate the village has a hog roast
Raise up your cups and listen up for the long toast
Yeah another victory we see through the trickery and mystery
And misery gets smoked like hickory
Everywhere that we go
We got the heartland with us the world can't get us
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
Everywhere that we go
Come and try and take the land where our family stands man
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
Everywhere that we go
We got the heartland with us the world can't get us
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
Everywhere that we go
Come and try and take the land where our family stands man
Everywhere that we go
We got trees and dirt emcees get hurt
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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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