He Did Lyrics

[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 won't stop ya

You can have the drama

I can have the marijuana

In a sauna with Donna and Tonya



That's right, I'm tightening up the loose screws

In the rap game it's a shame, no more juice crews

Just a bunch whoopty-whoop 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?

I'll probably just chuckle

Right before I slam your ugly grill into a turn buckle



I killed Jekyll so now there's no place to hide

Best stay inside or get sprayed with insecticide



So who's 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, I'm 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

I'm 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



I'm here to do the opposite of what I'm 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 I'm 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 it's 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 it's time to go back and tell

The tales God that told you to say

'cus you're a prophet now