Coolzey will say a wicked rhyme

Just in the nick of time

If I could choose a different life

I'd still be picking mine

Don't play the chords of fame

Not the reason that I came

I came to light it up

cnd put some season in the game

This is it this is not a mirage

This is the real thing

Laying down my flavor for the people in the building

Kali bring the drama

I'm going to do my best to rise above

People don't believe me

Because sometimes I must disguise the love

It's all about you

It's your world and you know that

This is brand new not a hip hop throwback

Go back to when you was a child

Keep the innocence

Don't let it suck your soul

Chasing dreams of a picket fence

I can testify you're a candidate for death

Hold your breath

You never know how many days that you have left

So what you going to do

Sit around and act depressed

I'd rather wild out and get this shit off of my chest

So I can open it up and take a look at myself

Because a day where I'm smiling

That's the essence of wealth

Oddly enough your comeradery sucks

Because you're fucking with my life

I think you're taking too much

I got people that are down to roll

But don't be having any pull

I can feel the drain on my god damned soul

You should be ashamed of yourself

Don't be a virus

Feeding on your host without reciprocating

Biting hands

Snap crackle pop

If you think Zach'll stop

Then you must be smoking dust

While you try and tackle cops

I smack my chops then I tilt back my hops

I'd like to thank the lovely people

Who all bought and smoked my crops

Now take a lesson from your pops and settle down

Before you end up like your grandpops hops

cnd end up deaded underground

We headed underground

We got your children

Took them while you left

You should have been looking where you stepped

In the face of death that's when I love you the most

It's the faces of death

I got froze up in the presence of God again

Shot my wad again

Showed up to the party like a dirty drunken sod again

Chasing Dionysus

Still working on my thesis with a passion

Starts to wear upon me after a fashion

Lose all the fat off my ass and bones

I'm still healthy

Long at I got my MP I'm still wealthy

Knock Stellas back

Eat a spoonful of pot butter

Tell motherfuckers to speak up when they mutter

Utter butter phrases

Slave to the moon's phases

My beloved rugged fuck it

How I love to sing your praises

The black flag raises

The black bag opens

cs the zipper closes I'm still smoking

It's a bad omen

I lob spit to heads ready or not

Whether my aim is steady or not

You better be wearing hunter's orange

So as not to catch a stray buckshot

Because I don't know where I'm going

Throwing the rotation of the planet off its axis

I haven't paid taxes for years

Your worldly fears are hilarious to me

What's scariest to me

Is dead Japanese women crawling down staircases

Tearing faces off of skulls

In the face of death that's when I love you the most

It's the faces of death