Lyrics"Cooley's Rap"
Music & Lyrics by Scott Cooley.
I like hard rock, and old-school rap, eminem’s a clown and kid rock’s a hack I like the Beastie Boys and Run DMC, Sugar Hill Gang’s ahh-ighte wit me The name is Cooley, this here’s my rap, I can ad lib cuz I’m all that uh huh Imperromptu jammin’, off the top of my head, I’m the best rapper that isn’t dead I remember way back in the day, when I was just a little man I had a red rubber hippity hop, went hoppin’ round the basement land Just bouncin’ around back and forth up and down and side to side Holdin’ on to the handle in my own little world, felt like I could fly I was fly alright, and definitely fresh, not to mention def and dope word When my sister wanted to use it, I stone cold said nope I went hip to the hop, hop to the hip, I was hip to the hoppity most And I don’t stop, but I’ll drop you like your hot, I’m conceded, like to brag and boast Fully strapped, packin’ the heat, slayin’ sucka squirrels that I never did eat say what? Yo-yo, Duncan Imperial, purple, walkin’ the dog, around the world in circles Representin’ GB, southside of Flint, grew up in da hills and I’ll give you a hint Bling bling, had it goin’ on, done my time, now I’m an ex-con oh no Wore Timberlands, Fila, and K-Swiss too, before anybody from the hood even knew I’m from the street, plantation drive, didn’t have no slaves, didn’t talk no jive Scratchin’ records on my turntable, I didn’t sweat the technic Slam dunkin’ off the neighbors backboard, never had to leave my feet sweet Cold hoopin’ it, out in the driveway, just a b-boy tryin’ to score Goin’ to the junior high dances at night, break dancin’ out on the floor Then the dj would cool it down, I slow danced with all the fine cuties When the teachers weren’t lookin, I was gettin’ some tongue, an grabbin’ me some bootys Gittin’ jiggy, don’t know why, all I can say is I musta been high whoa When I wasn’t chillin’, I was bustin’ a rhyme, either that or perpetratin’ a crime I only smoke chronic, drink Tanqueray and tonic, keepin’ it on the down low Cooley’s in da hizzouse, kickin’ freestyle, Dort highway cruise, holla at a ho Homeboys in the Nova, posse in effect, drove that car till it was totally wrecked my bad Pimp my ride, I think not, didn’t need to be down wit no cops They stole my stash, my bowl that’s cashed, and cut down my crops Givin’ a shout out to my peeps, you best gimme my props And if you don’t show me no respect, I’ll bust you up side your chops believe it Yeah boyeee, can I get a square, why’s that afro pick stuck in your hair I’m down wit dat, I’m keepin’ it real, when the man keeps you down, you gots ta steal Just a thug, I’m gonna git you sucka, never knew nobody said word to yo mutha You be illin’, you be trippin’ too, me and my adidas gonna crush your groove You’re wack, word to that, but I’m a playa and I’m PH phat What up doe?, I’m tellin’ you dog, snoop ain’t got nothin’ on me It’s on you, the onus that is, hi my name is Scotty C. Went downtown to get the nickel bags, I loved to smoke that cheeba Kicked back with my remote control, watched MTV on my Toshiba Copyright © ℗ 2008 by Scott Cooley. All rights reserved. |
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writing and inspiration:
What can I say about this one? Hmmm....let's see. Well, somehow I thought it would be interesting to try to write and record a rap song. This is the only song where I used a fake drum loop and fake bass riff. Then I used the technique of scratching a bronze-wound acoustic guitar low E string with a heavy guitar pick to simulate record scratching with a turntable needle, which I thought sounded pretty cool. Then I wrote rhyming lyrics that included a lot of phrases I've heard rap fans using in their everyday language. I put just about everything I could think of to put in a rap song all in one song, so I'm not sure I'll take on trying another one anytime soon. Then I threw in the background vocals that accentuated certain lyrics, and some that added aside commentary. I worried about it having a swear word or two, a drug reference or two, and was overall worried that it was less than authentic since I'm a white person with an upbringing that you might characterize as being far from that of a typical rapper. I also worried people might construe some of the lyrics as arguably containing stereotypes or being blaxploitational or something, but I could never quite decide why exactly anyone would think that, so I released it anyway. It's almost a parody of a rap song that ended up being a good rap song anyway, as if a caricature of itself or something along those lines. It was an interesting and fun pursuit, and I'm glad I did it. The end result is fun to listen to. My friends' children and my niece and nephews seemed to like this one. It has a nursery rhyme quality to it I suppose, which might account for that attraction.recording, mixing and mastering:
personnel and instrumentation:
- Lenore Louise Cooley - background vocals
- Scott Richard Cooley - lead rapper, background rapping, acoustic guitar played through amp, acoustic guitar string pick scratching as turntablism effect, programmer of fake drums and fake bass using Loopology software