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Do you really wanna do that? Think it over and over until you freeze. You say 'I can't get over how I blew my chance. This isn't how I wanted it to be.' But it's to late, yeah it's too late, we tell ourselves, to teach this dog to live again. Despair is in the air. It's hard to even care. The food you eat the clothes you wear: it's all fallin' away now. All I can say to you is you should know you're not alone. All you can say to me is please answer your telephone. But I don't wanna do that. I'm to busy singing. Singin' to myself.


Here I am once again bringin' the candy to your ear drums. Another rhyme I wrote while I was waitin' for the beer to come. Chocolate and flowers 'cus I love to you smile. C double O-L, old to the new style. 3 or 4 Stellas then I hit the vaporizer. Nobody gets liver than the party organizer. Decent drunk driver 'cus my life has been a crash course. Traveling the world until I end up on the last porch. Sitting on a swing lookin' at the night sky, knowing every second is a second that I might die. So why try and fight it? See a joint then I light it. This rhyme, I didn't write it, 'cus by voices I'm guided. But lately they been singin' and bringin' all types o' ruckus, lettin' me know I don't have to support the suckas. Tuck us all in with a bottle o' gin. Dumb and dumber 'cus it's summer time again. I made it rhyme again, now you askin' what it's about: Eatin' up a rookie like a cookie from a girl scout. I hurl out rhymes like my girl throwin' my stuff out the window in LA. That was a swell day. Skip the sarcasm 'cus I'm tryin' to be frank. You never see me laughin' on the way to the bank, but afterwards you see me bringin' beer to the barbecue. What I'd like to do to my crew is say 'THANK YOU'.



from Coolzey and the Search for the Hip Hop Hearts, released April 5, 2011
Coolzey - Vocals
Headnodic of Crown City Rockers - Music




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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