Текст песни He Did - 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 Def3 Black and Mild
Smoke fills up the room
You be lacking style
Groupies acting wild because they want a soap opera
Go with your fantasy girl I won't stop you
You could have the drama and I could have the marijuana
In a sauna with Donna and Tanya
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 of 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 going to scare me
I'll probably just chuckle
Right before I slam your ugly grill into a turnbuckle
I killed Jekyll so now there's no place to Hyde
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
Then watch me clean it up heat it up eat it up
Just like a scrambled egg I'm going to beat it up
Tee it up drive it home just like a chauffeur
Back in the days I used to wear the penny loafers
Aqua Socks big Bermuda 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
Because this music save my fucking life
So why would I ever disrespect it neglect it
Yo Fed Up 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 in to 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 Iran Contra
My rhymes haunt you taunt you tease you
Burn you freeze you give you amnesia
I could get busy in a bedroom or venue
Grapple with a grizzly bear spicing up the menu
Coolzey does tricks no other emcee can do
Like hand you the microphone disappear
Jump out of the speaker and then do
Five backflips in slow-mo over the crowd
While playing my guitar with the amp turned loud
All the while I'm free-styling and leaving a trail of swirling colors
Then I disappear into a portal leaving a small hazy cloud
Which dissipates and mingles with the cigarette smoke in the bar
And there you fucking are
Faced with your mediocre life thus far
But then you look up and you 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 the way to go
So you're 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 that god told you to say because you're a prophet now