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Little by Little
02:22
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Hey there, how you doing. My name's Zach and I'm 30. I shower once a week so there's a good chance that I'm dirty. I'm a workaholic mental case. I bite my fingernails until they bleed. I like alcohol and weed but I hate cocaine and speed. Greed turns me off, as does jealousy and vengeance. When I do my taxes I claim zero dependents. I'm a Virgo so I'm loyal but commitment terrifies me. I love women but especially brunettes with brown eyes. See, I'm impulsive, diplomatic, charismatic. I like gettin' shit done but most of all I'm about having fun. The ocean and the trees are my favorite MCs. In high school it was the RZA before that it was Chuck D. I must be lucky that I never caught an STD and, oh yes, I go to the Free Medical Clinic frequently. I like to say 'I eat emcees and kill emcees', but really I'm just fed up because they're boring. In short: I just don't feel emcees. Real emcees to me are real people who live life just to enjoy, and never say 'Holler at your boy'. I'm easily disappointed and I'm overly optimistic. I fancy myself as sort of a spiritual mystic. I'm not materialistic but I love my MPC-1000 and my record collection more than my best friends. My mother and my father have given me so much love and unconditional support that I could never thank 'em enough. My Dad put me through college. He said, 'Son, you gotta do this one thing for me, and then after that, you're free.' So I did it. I got myself a college degree. I studied acting, art, religion, and philosophy. There was no stopping me. I was ready for the world, but then I started falling in love with crazy young girls. So many hours spent screamin' and cryin'. Heads and hands goin' through walls. I kept tryin' to make sense of it all. My brain was fryin' so I had to give it up because myself I was denyin'. Now I'm flyin' across the country in a new van. The Iowan American Anglo-Saxon human doin' it for you and you and you and you man. Check my tour schedule for when I'm comin' through man. So fuck a day job and fuck a wack-ass stage show. I'm working my ass off even if I don't get paid, yo, so fuck a dollar bill. I do this for the love and the experience, but also for the free drinks and drugs.
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Let's take it back one more time
Let's do it again
I'm so sick of people sitting around remembering when
Why can't we do it again
Give me one reason why
You gonna sit and reminisce until the day you die
Why did you stop
Did you get scared
Did you feel like you were the only one who cared
Well I'm here to tell you that I'm here to help you
See that every single minute that you're living is new
Inhale the crisp clean January air
And quit swatting at the flies
They aren't there
Shake yourself loose
I know that blank stare came from getting hurt
And now you're afraid to care
Remember when you ventured to the dragon's lair
Tried to snatch the jewels and be a dragon slayer
I love you for that and you know I don't care
Whether or not you got the key from the mayor
I know you tried real hard to be a taxpayer
Until you realized that that shit wasn't fair
Decided that you no longer would be a player
Support the greedy bastards who don't know how to share
So you said fuck it
Two tears in a bucket
Pass me the ball I'm gonna run it and tuck it
Bust through the scrimmage line
I'm not about getting mine because life is a cartoon
Word to Roy Lichtenstein
Take off all your clothes
Sneak into a boat
Sail to Africa
Sail
Back behind a broken down galleon I found you
Head full of valium, Stella, and nostalgia
With a calendar counting down and tallying
Waiting for a song when the album wasn't out yet
Rapscallion silly-dilly-dallying
Couldn't do the show because you were late for the sound check
Sometimes you like to act like nothing matters
Hollering 'Forget about it' but you aren't even Italian
You could have been valiant
Mounted on a stallion advancing on a palace on the top of that mountain
A paladin assassin mighty like a falcon dressed in medals and medallions
But now you wallow in the hollowness of sadness
Latched on to past times or that haven't happened
Heart full of malice bad or badly calloused
Life is a party jam not some sappy ballad man
One more time let's do it again
Every moment's in the middle
No beginning or end
No yesterday no tomorrow only this instant
Spoon it up like honey drizzle it upon your biscuit
There are two meanings of the word present
Today is a gift so go ahead and get it and open it
It's for you
I'm hoping it'll show you that every single minute that you're living is new.
Take off all your clothes
Sneak into a boat
Sail to Africa
Sail
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3. |
Look
03:40
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COOLZEY and JASON HENNESY:
Do you believe that the devil can smell you
I don't know but it makes me scared
You know you can't leave until Big Poppa tells you
Come on in and set it right over there
Don't you get up unless you wanna get it
I don't wanna have to make you cry
Throw your hands up if you just got acquitted
Spread it out until it feels just right
Garbage man keep on keeping it low
No more bullets time to reload
Lord and master take me below the surface
Now's my time to blow
Gold is black charcoal on brown butcher paper
We rub it out
Electric laser erase the doubt
Can you get out of the hole that you fell through
I don't know but I can't look back
Do you believe the statistics we tell you
I'm not joking it's the goddamn facts
This shit is whatever you wanna call it
Delta Force, Predator, or Con Air
I only want what you have in your wallet
Stuck again with the same blank stare
Garbage man keep on keeping it low
No more bullets time to reload
Lord and master take me below the surface
Now's my time to blow
Gold is black charcoal on brown butcher paper
We rub it out
Electric laser erase the doubt
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Let's Flip
03:53
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Let's Flip
If you had enough of all this shit
Recline, keep trying can't give it up
No doubt I got to live it up
Let's Flip
Hook up my family with this hit
Let's shine
It's time to mop and glow
Get mind stay grind
Can't stop the show
I heard the call to arms through the thick fog
Standing in the doorway until they notice me
Eavesdrop
Get the gist
Plans adaptable
Evolve
Primate curriculum
Contractors botched the job
Coolzey clean it up
Janitor professional
Meetings we teaming up
Hearings congressional
Constant confessional
Session'll never terminate
Word it straight
Beating around the bush
Will never germinate
Don't hate
Unite the state
Preach Love
Decrease the murder rate
Free hugs for thugs
Take less drugs
Way less bugs
Picking up the trash
Better start respecting your own ass
No class
Never heard of tact
T-A-C-T
Look it up motherfuck
A-D-A-P-T
Fuck you America
What did you teach me?
Your culture is as disposable as your currency
Let's Flip
If you had enough of all this shit
Recline, keep trying can't give it up
No doubt I got to live it up
Let's Flip
Hook up my family with this hit
Let's shine
It's time to mop and glow
Get mind stay grind
Can't stop the show
So check it out party people
While my rhyme is burning
A hole in the mic
Like you should be turning
Over to your left
Cus that girl's looking right
Wake up
She been making eyes at you all night
The stakes is high
You better know what you're doing
Let your boys know too
You don't want them to ruin
An opportunity you might be pursuing
That's why you always gotta clue your crew in
Who in the hell's gonna try and snatch the needle
Off a Coolzey MC powered train track
They brain's cracked
Smacking them off
Backing them off of the DJ
Playing on Alicia's keys to see what she say
We may get a little rowdy because Joe
Just came out the back with a bottle of Mo'
Throttling slow
More people coming in the door
Bodies of hotties
Making fellas say 'Woah'
Everybody say 'Ho'
Ladies shake your butts
C double O L in the place going nuts
Courtesy cuts for the freshest females in the line
Kick the chorus one more time
Let's Flip
If you had enough of all this shit
Recline, keep trying can't give it up
No doubt I got to live it up
Let's Flip
Hook up my family with this hit
Let's shine
It's time to mop and glow
Get mind stay grind
Can't stop the show
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COOLZEY
Man I'm always on tour
At least that's what everybody tells me
What could I say?
I guess the power of the people compels me
My people keep me sane and on top of my game
Showing me my target so I know where to aim
and just how far I got to pull back my bow string
Coolzey I rock the mic but with no bling
It's no thing
Just a regular bro thing
A mic's just one of the many weapons that I'm holding
You think that you could be me for real?
Nah, I also got a MPC, a shotty and a skil-saw
and I still draw, act, write and work on houses,
wait tables, book shows and flip ounces
Plus I gotta find time to sleep, eat, catch a flick,
Exercise, relax, make beats, jerk my dick
and still have time for wine, women and weed, too
Yo X, where you going when we pick you up from Jet Blue?
SADAT X
I go from continent to country
State by state
in the Montana van
Coolzey's driving, my man
My software leaves no time to prepare
You holding out on the weed, dog?
Blow it in the air
In the back seat it's share
Look how I messed up her hair
But she's old so no pregnancy scare
I'm rare, untraceable
Strictly in code
Shake your ass on down and move your lymph nodes
WILLIAM ELLIOTT WHITMORE
We ain't got far to ride
If we make time, say it's about a day
Until I'm home
There will be porches and wine
My stage life will be miles away
But I know
That it won't be too long
No it won't be too long
Until I sing that tour song
No it won't be too long
I know that my home will be miles away
So have mercy
SADAT X
It's eight bars to the stars
Me and Coolzey we just won ours
In America's heartland
I do my part, man
because that's what I does
No particular reason
Season after season
Yeah, I be the rapper
Your girl gets out of line
What you gonna do?
Slap her?
That would be the capper for me sliding in
Don't you do that my man
I'll lift her dress like the wind
COOLZEY
High of experience and education
Try to put me in the Days Inn
Enough excuse for me to cave your face in
Liquor chasing with the Stella
Where's hip hop when they won't press up a 12 inch with an a cappella?
Promoters who front they get beat down
You love Busta but you never heard of Dinco D and C Brown
You're like
How can I be down?
See clown, you gotta learn to cultivate the renown
Welcome to Z Town
Population 88
Number of personalities I got trapped up in my metal plate
I like to call a brain
My wrecking ball and chain
Crush this industry to rubble until no shitty wall remain
But is it all in vain?
How should I know?
I'm just a Henny sipping Philly hitting wino
So go ahead and sue me
I'm just another Rumi
Drunken poet wooing honey-dips until they do me
WILLIAM ELLIOTT WHITMORE
We ain't got far to ride
If we make time, say it's about a day
Until I'm home
There will be porches and wine
My stage life will be miles away
But I know
That it won't be too long
No it won't be too long
Until I sing that tour song
No it won't be too long
I know that my home will be miles away
So have mercy
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Ride
03:28
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It takes the simplest fact
Like a slap
To set a prick back
Drinking in the cellar with snakes
Behind a brick stack is where your ass will wind up
Another drunken mistake
Pondering blunders
Until your final breath intake
They been fake
Chopped them up and throw their bodies in lakes
Undo the zipper like strippers that's hiding in cakes
This one goes out to motherfuckers digging in crates
Using record stacks for furniture
Breaks
The brutal frontal attack
Knocks you back like a grenade blast
The dungeon is the place
Where emcees get slain fast
I stayed past my welcome
Lord Jehovah couldn't help them
I treat sucker ducks like grilled cheese
Because I melt them
I smelt them
Warm-blooded sneaking through my cemetery backyard
The legendary rap god
My track's hard
Bloody Mary Attack Squad
You're slack-jawed
I act odd with it
Because I stay committed
to keeping throats slitted
and leaving lungs lacerated
Splattering patterns on the wall
Then they coagulated
Skated on the black ice across the river Styx
Then I threw a couple of tricks in the mix
Just for kicks
Fixed up your whip with a couple of bricks
and a crowbar
There you go, star
Your ride's pimped
Chopped off your fingers then I put them on ice
So I could eat them up with cocktail sauce just like shrimp
Ride
I got my mouth on a brown bottle like it was a broad's breast
My mind is up on full throttle
You could say the god's blessed
Take a drink or leave it
But I take it more than not
Drink a cup of coffee
Then I chase it with some pot
My liver probably got rot
Spend money like a hot shot
When it comes to what's next
I'm the king of
Why not?
Paint the walls with Dry-Lok
to keep the blood from seeping in
This room feels like a casket
Like a casket that I'm sleeping in
Paranoid
Listening for steps
You think I'm creeping in
Light up the incinerator
Because I'm leaping in
I'm seeking gin and juice
Use it for sprucing up the evening
I'm even in your friends' top emcees
So may we begin
to discuss the B.I. at hand
My eyes on that grand
Rhymes hit your mind like a half gram
Grand slam
Slam dunk
Goddamn rambunctious
Tongue twist
Crossing names off of my list
Balled up fist kissed your mandibles
Intangible like apparition
Wishing for pills to cure your itching
Fishing for bills in your pocket
So you can cop it at the merch table
Fiend for the legend
The fable
It's the light beer guzzler
Jig-saw puzzler
I'd like to send a shot out to my father and my mother
Because they set me up lovely
Time to get grungy
I want to spread my mustard
All over the country
Ride
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I'll give you one guess
Who the guy is they sent to clean up the mess
Give a fuck if you're black or white
I eat both legs and breast
Wings and thighs
Whether you king-shit or a small fry
I don't discriminate
Eliminate you like a fall guy
All rise because I came to judge
Thought you rocked the party
but you didn't get a dame to budge
I made a hard rock
Let down his guard Ak
Don't try to comprehend friend
It'll only turn your brain to fudge
Because most people are walking the earth half asleep
Pretending to be emcees when they're really just sheep
And so we gotta guide them back to the pasture
First you gotta wake up before you test the master
Walk before you run son
Think before you shit out your mouth
And me and Copy have to visit your house
In the middle of the night wearing black suits
Take your gear, raid your fridge, and drink up all the brew
Leave with your memory gone before dawn
On your way to work spot a crop circle on your lawn
Think nothing of it puppet
Live your life and love cus it's gone before you know it
So don't blow it
Carry on
Nothing to see here
Please step back behind the line sir
The kind of thoughts I have will make your mind blur
I never related to you petty humans anyway
Any day now the mothership will return
But I ain't going
Nah man I like it here
Wine, women, weed, records and mics
And striking fear into the hearts of the haters
Who been fucking up the planet since day one
Ignorant ones your time will come
But for now I play the background
Chilling with a drink until a fink decides
He'd like to get a smack down
And that's the triple truth, Ruth
You try to step into the booth and get loose
Yo money put the crack down
There's more things on heaven and earth than you could ever dream
So I suggest you retreat and get a better team
Who's Copywrite?
I don't know, never met the man
Look into the light ma'am
We're need to take your retina scan
The world's a large place
It's easy to lose track
Every day you leave your spot
You might never come back
Who's Coolzey?
I don't know never met the man
Look into the light sir
We're gonna need to get your retina scan
Six million ways to die
Lazer eyes
Trained to spy
On haze or Thai
On haters wives
The faithful bride
Until I hit her with amazing lies
Then I hit her with the dick
and tell the bitch to page a ride
Not the king of my city
Nor a jester or a mayor
Just an addict without Vicodin
Settling for Bayers
Shoot my metal in the air
Tell Kramer to get the hell up in the chair of the Caddy
And hit the pedal for a scare
Burn out until there's yellow in his chair
Drop him off in the ghetto unprepared
And get the hell up outta there
See I'm mellow off the haze
But I'm mentally insane
Without a chemical to brain
That's why I'm regularly blazed
And all sediments remain
Until I'm dead and in the grave
Medicine infested in my vein
Leveraging the pain
I started smoking and I've never been the same
Whatever remains of my cells fell out of my brain
So get the hell out of the rain
Because it's acid and it burns
Can't get the smell out or the stain
Yo what was that behind the ferns?
Let us handle it bro
Go back to your little life
Little wifey needs you in the kitchen
Plus you're twitching
It'll be all right
Somebody get this man some water and a blanket
Then escort him off the premises
So we can bring the ruckus
Before you go just let us check you for concussion
Look into this here device please
Now say cheese
Punch it
There's more things on heaven and earth than you could ever dream
So I suggest you retreat and get a better team
Who's Copywrite?
I don't know, never met the man
Look into the light ma'am
We're need to take your retina scan
The world's a large place
It's easy to lose track
Every day you leave your spot
You might never come back
Who's Coolzey?
I don't know never met the man
Look into the light sir
We're gonna need to get your retina scan
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By the Time
00:49
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Well I don't know what you're thinking
But I know what you're not thinking of
The reason that you're drinking
On that little drink right there
You try to ignore
How long you go for
It's no too long until you're going
Through that dark door
Oh and it makes
All of your problems
Seem so ridiculous
I can't believe you're serious
Things that you choose
To freak out about
So unimportant
Yet so enormous
Yo check the chorus
We're all gonna die
You can't escape it
Might as well face it
You can't erase it
Even if you try
Don't try and hate it
By god don't waste it
Let's all embrace it
We're all gonna die
And if it's gonna be like that
I'm on the block bugging like
taking my life back
Let it all go
Cold chill like ice packs
Put on some pastels
and kick Miami Vice raps
Don't sweat the small at all
Cus success is best to make you fall
Hold the gall that's insignificant
We gonna die God
How was your time spent?
Now on your back you feel the cold wind
You know exactly where you're going
You're slowing down until you're frozen
But that don't mean you should give up
It's time to get up in that mosh pit
It's time to wild out like you've lost it
No time for regrets cus you could be next
We're all gonna die
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There's lots of reefer in this old machine
There's lots of people in my mind
And if I stay out 'til the sun is gone
Won't be afraid of what I'll find
There's lots of Jesuses in poetry
There's lots of creatures in my bed
Why did you ask who when you know it's me
We can't remember what was said
Can't keep the fire fed so I can't stay stoked today
We come a long way but we still can't sleep
Searching for fires in the night
I always say I don't know anything
But I still know what keeps me light
I tried to give you what you stole from me
You were more comfortable with theft
And here we are you're still approaching me
Why can't you see there's nothing left
You are a liar friend so I've lost all hope today
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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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