Listen up party people in the place to be
I am the human being that they call Coolzey
I got something to feel I got something to see
And I'm about to drain a three from the top of the key
You talking to me G you best enunciate
Articulate your words or else nerds I will anhilate
My eyes dilate when I ingest psychotropic drugs
Thugs keep forgetting that they're just microscopic bugs
Three tugs on the rope means pull me up out of this cavern
And take me over to the local tavern
In a black Saturn Buick Le Sabre I don't give shit
When the frog ribbits I want a shot of Glenlivet
Two fingers facing you is peace the other way it ain't
The kid's quaint sometimes he like to just sit and paint
Silly pictures for his own utter amusement
Or slip into a rhyme style and start biting Doom's shit
Like 'He Did' on the second verse of 'Trees and Dirt'
Or Count Bass did on his 'Just to Make a Buck' verse
Coolzey AKA The Curse call me Mr. Dent
Zoo and Roy G Biv but my real name is Zach Lint
Yeah that's my Clark Kent except I just blew it
Because a secret ID is not a secret if you knew it
Aw screw it let's just get on with the program
A tight set with no posse cut and no slow jam
But buy my next album and I'll do both I promise
You get it you want it cool bro
Coolzey I'm on it