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Come on y'all
Just touch the sky
and if you have a solid alibi
Then you don't even have to try
You're just having fun
and you don't care why
Come on y'all
Get live get down
Whether you're NY or LA
or from a small town
Whether you're moving like a verb
or chilling like a noun
Less muscles to smile
and more muscles to frown

From the rich to the poor
From the lab to the store
From my mouth to the mic
To the crowd on the floor
From the front to the back
The back to the front
To my straight edge punks
and to those who smoke blunts
My people that have only tried
Once but still inhaled
My people hooked on methodone
My people who's in jail
My people on the run
My families on the foodstamps
People in religious cults
Soldiers in the boot camps
Champs to the losers
Stoners to the boozers
Facebook users to the Youtube viewers
From the sewers to the clouds
Humble to the proud
From the cradle to the grave
Past masters to the now
Keep pushing the limits that these bastards will allow
Keep adding on digits get the cash to kill the cow
Wiping off my brow because
My work ethic is large
and I'll be goddamned
If the man is in charge

You say you're always doing something new
Why don't you check it out it's all for you
I put so much love into what I do
Why do you feel the need to say fuck you

Coolzey got to empower you
Before they devour you
Herd you in a compound
Zyklon B shower you
I know it tastes sour too
Come on and join the rebel crew
Keep your skills sharp
So at the final hour you
Can rise above the heroes
As they perish on the physical
Relax you are a hustler
Too clever for the typical
Pitfalls and snares
That the Lord has laid out for you
and when you make it past that
I got a cold stout for you
Waiting in the shade
of a tree at the compound
Secret HQ
Where Coolzey make the bomb sound
and you know I'm not afraid to snap
Steal it from these wack baseheads
and then we give it back
Can't hurt my feelings
I've been training in the field
Without a shield
Against the masters
Until they yield what I am after
Reach for the ceiling
It's your ego that I'm stealing
Now we're reeling in the riches
As we scream it to the rafters

You say you're always doing something new
Why don't you check it out it's all for you
I put so much love into what I do
Why do you feel the need to say fuck you

Come on y'all
Just touch the sky
and if you have a solid alibi
Then you don't even have to try
You're just having fun
and you don't care why
Come on y'all
Get live get down
Whether you're NY or LA
or from a small town
Whether you're moving like a verb
or chilling like a noun
Less muscles to smile
and more muscles to frown

credits

from Coolsay, released February 3, 2015
Coolzey - Vocals
Soce the Elemental Wizard - Music and Freestyle Vocals

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Coolzey Los Angeles, California

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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