Coolzey - Trees And Dirt lyrics

[Coolzey] It's like that On the front porch, blazing a torch, drinking a nightcap Might rap, might pick up the axe and start slashing Or noodling, either way you know it sounds fat Stomp, Clap, kick a high hat or cowbell With a green thumb and a brown belt Down to the end of my days I've got stability Given to me by the trees and the dirt Three years ago, on new years day I ate a mushroom then walked into the woods The trees told me something, and to this day Coolzey's absolutely up to no good I been learning a lot about the way of the world I got 'em squirming a lot because the way that I curl Is steady growing exponentially Not to mention we Are buying up property, land Because we outta be Breaking up monopolies, yo Let the horns blow Remember when we used to hide the sauce in the corn rows? One block away from the tree house That we built with our own hands 'cus that's what our fathers did Four generations deep where we live Spent the whole time steady digging in the dirt And what did we accomplish? Handling bis' and raising the kids that is Here to save the earth And that's word Busting through the silence is the sound that ya heard Like a bullet from a gun Yeah we got guns Shotguns Military AR's And Glocks, son No need to talk about it No need to boast I'd like to send a shout out to my people on the coast For the haters in a pound For the clowns who's down To get dirty with the green and the brown So grab me a beer Somebody get Will a whiskey 'Cus this jam is so fresh Yes my eyes are getting misty The bacon's getting crispy And the coffee's been on for an hour Get your a** up, get in the shower 'Cus we got work to do And that's cool That's what I'm here for There ain't nobody 'round here to shed a tear for Except for the natives that capitalism slaughter Time to take it back Community, trees, dirt, and water cous' (Hook) [William Elliott Whitmore] I see the sun coming up Over that eastern horizon Such a glorious sight for these weary eyes After long dark loney nights I'll put that dirt on a biscuit I'll put that dirt in my tea And when they fill that grave on the hill They'll put that black Iowa dirt over me [Coolzey] There's only one way to find out Where he keeps his hide out We saddled up the horses Time to ride out, it was night out Pa** the tobbacy, took a bite out Would it be a homerun base hit line ground to fly out Took a time out Busted an old rhyme His horse pawed the ground He took tequila and a lime out Belted one back Chewed the fruit And felt the bite sting Drug his spurs and he aimed his knight for the fight wing And on the way he picked up some compadres Whitmore the strangler, Angle, and Dark Dondre To name a few, the posse was huge A whole lotta dudes, a whole crew To it to d**h, ate a lot of food Shot a dude in Reno just to watch his head spin Bite a deer's heart and look at you with the red grin Coming to the table with the napkin tucked in To his front collar 'cus he heard the cook holler And ring the triangle like "come and get it" Did you take care of business? he said Don't sweat it The way he said it You just know he get deaded Probably hurt bad, shot, stabbed, and beheaded Now it's time to celebrate The village has a hog roast Raise up your cup And listen up for the long toast Yeah another victory We see through the trickery and mystery And misery gets smoked like hickory (Hook)