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    Limited Edition 12" long playing highlighter yellow vinyl record of Coolzey's first official album 'The Honey' with art by Jennifer Hennesy.

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lyrics

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

credits

from The Honey, released January 29, 2010
Coolzey - MPC-1000 and Vocals
Ethan Richeson - Vocals
Hagan Myers - Vocals
Bru Lei - Zipper
Woo Crew - 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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