He Did

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