[Coolzey] In the back with a smile And a rap with the style Got that good feeling Hope it lasts for a while Coolzey backwoods step three black and milds Smoke fills up the room, you be lacking style Groupies acting wild cus they want a soap opera Go with your fantasy, girl, I wont stop ya You can have the drama I can have the marijuana In a sauna with Donna and Tonya Thats right, Im tightening up the loose screws In the rap game its a shame, no more juice crews Just a bunch whooptywhoop 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 gunna scare me? Ill probably just chuckle Right before I slam your ugly grill into a turn buckle I killed Jekyll so now theres no place to hide Best stay inside or get sprayed with insecticide So whos next to die an untimely death? Take your last breath Step up to the mic and make your little mess And then watch me clean it up, heat it up, eat it up Just like a scrambled egg, Im gunna beat it up Tee it up, drive it home, just like a chauffeur Back in the day I used to wear the penny loafers Aqua socks, big burmuda shorts and charm bracelets Now I make hits in apartments and basements Smoke blunts, poke stunts, and dabble in the magical realm of rap Im just trying to give back The joy that was given to me In my youth and throughout my whole life Cus this music saved my fucking life So why would I ever disrespect it, neglect it Yo, Fedup, load it up, and kill the fucking record Im here to do the opposite of what Im told Pick up a brick and turn that shit into 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 I bring contra My rhymes want ya, taunt ya, tease ya Burn ya, freeze ya, give ya amnesia I can get busy in a bedroom and then you Grapple with a grizzly bear spicing up the menu Coolzey does tricks no other emcee can do Like hand me the microphone disappear Jump outta the speakers and then do Five back flips in slo mo over the crowd While playing my guitar with the amp turned loud All the while Im freestyling And leaving a trail of swirling colors That disappear into a portal leaving a small hazy cloud That mingles with the cigarettes smoke in the bar And there you fucking are Faced with your mediocre life thus far But then you look up and 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 its a way to go And so you climbing up the side to the hole Poke your body through and leave the fake people back in hell Until its time to go back and tell The tales God that told you to say cus youre a prophet now
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