Please, be kind… (Testing) Started, too early Started, too early Start it from the top, wait for this to drop All that shit talking soon stop Started from the top, still here And I ain't gunna let the money make me go pop, let's be clear Start it from the top, wait for this to drop All that shit talking soon stop (ya hear?) Started from the top, still here And I ain't gunna let the money make me go pop, let's be clear I done kept it real from the start Mommy been rich so I had them nice cars And other fancy vehicles to play the part Private education so these crackahs start to think I'm real smart But I never got to prove my whole self Which makes me wonder if successful people always get a little help So why would I wanna be like all of that? But every time I run away the system always pulls me right back so I Start it from the top, wait for this to drop All that shit talking soon stop (ya hear?) Started from the top, still here And I ain't gunna let the money make me go pop, let's be clear What the fucks the bottom? Degrassi? Canada? The say I got potential, then they say I need a manger Fans say that "that could damage ya, the industry's rebranding ya" What they should be saying's "holy shit this game can't handle ya, Ya doin too much" nah they all just basic I dropped two tapes last month, but face it I'm all grew up, I guess I didn't make it I shoulda blew up but I guess they couldn't take it I just never faked it, stuck to making dope shit Shoulda be out marketing to people on some hoe shot I just never faked it, stuck to making more shit Now every word I say up in this flow you should notice So start it from the top (Outro chatter...)

(Please be kind…) (You know white people, steal music from the black ones) What if the people you meet in life Define all you know, all you want and like Are you lonely or only just hoping to find them inside you No homo, no hetero (Co.Z…..C O Z) (Oh Gawd…..Woah…..Ok) Ain't nobody fucking wit my NET WORK Facebook ain't got nothing on my NET WORK MySpace why you fronting on my NET WORK If you're feeling hurt, join my net and Get Co.Z (Oh Gawd) I told a bad bitch don't listen to these rappers Making money off your ignorance, they like some crackahs But really I'm just jealous of their fame and tryinga Jack it So I make beats and rap and network, mix it up and move the package Yeap, I snow on blunts and wu bang Don't respect my drug use, respect that I'm true when I do thang I never wanna be in any shackles, never mind two chains Kids in the hood got shit for school so I'm tryinga teach them new thangs That's real, 100, I ain't frontin Gotta big crew, network, I run it Rappers, actors, video hunnies Producers make a beat bounce like a bunny Don't get blunted if you already stupid I'll short yo violent ass like cupid Think I won't do it, you don't know me It's Jack of the Co.Z Network goin'a work NET WORK Facebook ain't got nuthin on my work NET WORK MySpace why you fronting on my work NET WORK If you're feeling hurt, join my net and Get Co.Z (Get Jacked, listen up) Yeah I'm talking Gripp, yeah I'm talking Z Yeah I'm talking Licki, and Doze O N E McCrack comma Jack, I'm talking DJ Be My network work, and do most that shit for free I got financial backing, I'm talking my mommy A couple hundred million can cover a large fee Plus I'm ivy league, so come ride with me, I take what I learn like robbery I throw it on beats in rhymes for free cause these kids can't afford that probably Now take that, take that, fuck this systems fake crap Being white and rich helped my education, but most these crackahs won't say that If ain't grow up in the right place with the right schools I'd be way back My mom made her money from nothing but I was nine I could ride in Maybach Bitch it's time pay back, take this money, teach the kids Don't play Lil Weez, play Dead Prez, they teach you what real freedom is Plan your work, work ya plan, be healthy not complacent Everything in moderation, even moderation I work the net, so amazing I network 'cross the nation As for international shit, let's be patient I'm planning on baby with an asian Got a lot of money, try not to abuse it My girl makes home movies too, but they exclusive Drive a big benz, it runs on baby seals So I stopped eating red meat to balance out my meals It's bad for the environment, I choose what's good for living I've said I don't believe in God, yet I'm still forgiven Cause that Bitch got a real good sense of humor Laughing at these unhealthy crackahs getting tumors They don't believe the rumors, we're all killing ourself We're unaware of marketing, and what is real wealth We're buying bad health, they profit off us dying Because they sell the corn and the meat that you're frying The government is lying, the FDA is bullshit (sorry Jamie) RIAA/MPAA also to try pull shit ("fuck you, pay me") They control the media, along with Murdoch News Corp Bend the truth, change the culture, cash is what they do it for And you're getting used whore, but you ain't get paid for it Mmmmm mmmmm, what chu acting like slave for it? Marketing research, why they got you doing they chores? You get more brainwashed from whatever the play more So they play more tracks that you buy their shit They keep a gangstah gangstah and a bitch a bitch They tell you spend money on drugs, guns and whips Act a fool, so that you'll end up in jail real quick Cause they profit off that too The prison system is fucked up, just like the schools We made our country retarded, and it's starting to drool If only we were taught as kids lying isn't cool I went through a bit of depression when my parents split If that's the hardest thing in my life that ain't fair as shit And I ain't made a deal with Rupert Murdoch yet, but I bet I can get in touch with Him through all these crackahs fucking with my NETwork (Oh shit…three one takes…Get Co.Z) (Jack of Co.Z, CompanyZ) JackOfCoZ.com CompanyZmedia.com GetCoZ.com check that out... (Be Kind)

(Please be kind…) Yarrr… Jack Of Co.Z I'm stupid, yup, I'm stupid I'm stupid, yup, I'm stupid I'm stupid, yup, I'm stupid I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi "M I S I P P I" shit I missed an issi I'm stupid, yup, I'm stupid I'm stupid, yup, I'm stupid I'm stupid, yup, I'm stupid I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi Got an ivy league degree that shit was stupid Shoulda been making beats for the blueprint This is like my 10th mixtape where have you been I was mixing shit in logic pro when you were loopin Fruity, we are apples to oranges, you and me I got a hundred songs, you got two or three I mix all my shit, even do some beats I been ghostwrittin and ye ain't even knew it's me But I bet 2 Chainz write his own shit And gave away his publishing cause he ain't wanna own it Double entendre, I homophone it Got a bone (NOUN) bet your girl wanna bone it (VERB) Think it's okay to say half it Treat you like "bitch you shoulda known the last bit" Heard more complete thoughts from crack addicts Man there goes your career, look back at it Look back at it! Nah, I'm just kidding I really like 2 Chainz and I think he different Cause he ain't tryinga to be a fucking lyricists Thought process clear as shit, and we enjoy hearing it I'm jealous, so I'll say I'm stupid So maybe Kanye put me on his new shit But I'm doing this so you know I'm stupid I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi "M I S I P P I" shit I missed an issi I'm knew it, yup, I'm stupid I's stupid, yup, I'm knew it I'm stupid, yup, I stupid I'm at the spellin bee misspelling Mississippi A B C D E F G H I J K Eleeminemohpee Um…fuck...123 Wait, what's the word I wrote? I spelled it wrong Is that good enough? I'm done with the song I'm done with the song I'm done with the song I'm done with the song

(Please, be kind…) I know you got...got a lot on your mind But lemme just...spit a little of a rhyme I want you coming...coming back in my life I want to lay with you all the time (Biblically) You got a lot on your mind But lemme just, spit a little of a rhyme I want you coming...coming back in my life I want to lay with you all the time Early in the morning right before you wake up When you're getting dressed, putting on ya make up I'm feeling quite blessed, like a God made us So you can just be...I can just lust I'll deal with repenting–but first let me continue my sentence I trust that you know my motives are not augmented It's just how I feel, I express how I meant it You're always at the back of my minds full attention Romantic but rude, confused or demented Plus a few issues I'll prolly never mention It's true...but we got more than a friendship I won't give it up, I refuse to end it With you...tell the DJ bring it back Introducing you to the reinvention of Jack I'll be a chivalrous dude, even when on the mack But get me in the sack, lay you out like a track Yeah I hit it like crack, so I'll never give it up 'Cause I know I got your love, even when I'm rut They all trying to get a fuck, but I do not give a nut They wanna do you and me but we're too busy doing us I might bust, don't worry, no fuss If you back it right up, I'll be right back up …Don't rush, you like that stuff The loving's real smooth, but the bitings rough –Don't need a word like wife But I don't plan to keep it just for one night Cause if I beat it up, I'm trying to treat it nice tomorrow And thank you for all of the time that I've borrowed You got a lot on your mind But let me just...spit a little of a rhyme I want you coming...coming back in my life I want to be with you all the time (Biblically) Yeah, yeah, yeah You, yeah, yeah I want to be with you all the time... I want to lay with you all the time (Biblically) Uh, yeah Uh, yeah I want to lay with you all the time... (This could get biblical) You, yeah All The Time Time, Time Lay With You All The Time (Biblically)

Shit sound like... CompanyZ, bitch (Please Be Kind) Co.Z Privilege all in my trust Privilege all in my stuff, Privilege all in my stocks Don't believe me just watch Crackah, crackah, crackah Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Honkey, honkey, honkey Privilege all in my trust Privilege all in my stuff, Privilege all in my stocks Don't believe me just watch This ain't for them rich crackahz that made them selvs from nuttin This also ain't for them broke honkeyz that think they rich strait frontin I'm Privelegded gendered, Privelegded skinnded Privelegded since my life beginnded Ivy League I know about it Been there done that now I'm out it Network, my crackah, know billionaires by they first name and Net worth, my crackah, I was a millionaireby my first day I'm a jerk, my crackah, I'm also…completely insane This one for my crackahz, that know they don't deserve these thangz Gotta hate these fucking kids that think they upper class Just cause they daddy's daddy's daddy's dad had tons of cash Got into these colleges cause theys' familyz bought a building That's cool tho cause we don't feel accomplished unless we make a billion Popped a Addy, I'm focused Popped a Addy, I'm focused Mommy always told me "Go invest in gold, bitch" In gold is my trust...that's where it's invested I ain't talking no necklace lemme give yo ass a checklist 1 hedge fund, 2 mining companies, 3 mutual funds, ain't nuttin JP Morgan, and my three lawyers they can all tell you I'm stuntin And this song for them Privelegded crackahz that think they all that When the Internet and monetary system fail we all getting jacked, fuck em Privilege all in my trust Privilege all in my stuff Privilege all in my stocks Don't believe me just watch Crackah, crackah, crackah Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Honkey, honkey, honkey Gold all in my trust Gold all in my stuff Gold all in my stocks Don't believe me just watch… etc.

Shhhh Who am I, and who are we? Why won't you just let me sleep? When did we all decide that we need to try? What the fuck? When I lay to rest, Y'all can kiss my eyes, suck my breath Lay me to sleep Stepping stones to the belly of the beast Crowded on the river Styx 'cause hell is having a feast At my demise finally there's release Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep Jack the ripper of any beat Of Co.Z, of all trades, and of course of me Speak and teach whoever you reach Then kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep We don't know why, we don't know who, and we don't know how And I don't know what, but I know where and when is here and now I try and try and try, but if at last I don't succeed Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep Please be kind...

[Intro Chatter] Get Co.Z This song goes out to all the ladies that have been listening to a little bit too much hip hop and turned into hoes You like to try any guy you want But that guy ain't me... If I was you're boyfriend, I would let you go 'Cause you play too much pop music, those rappers turned you hoe You learned to blow the whistle, then to pop and drop it low So if you're such a wild one, I would let you go If I was your boyfriend I'd make you get dressed Is that a fishnet shirt? cause I can see your fucking breast Yes, I can see yo ass too I know you'd go home with me and so I won't even ask you Damn. Nasty. Yeah I'm rude But these bitches aint as dirty as the mutherfucking dudes What you doing at the club, looking for a fucking wife Or a bitch who drank too much tonight? You know that ain't right, but that's just how it goes But maybe they'd stop being dicks if you weren't such a hoe But I ain't blaming women, 'cause that's unfair yo But I can't fix the men, so who'm I suppose to warn though If I was you're boyfriend, I would let you go 'Cause you play too much pop music, those rappers turned you hoe You learned to blow the whistle, then to pop and drop it low So if you're such a wild one, I would let you go She wanna blow the whistle, bet that tip too short She wanna get that money so she shouts, "Do me." She wanna pop lock drop it, But the rapper got chopped, call it Chop Huey She go on and on and on how she wanna get Co.Z, She know I'm in the zone so she talking, "Come hold me." Hoes can feel the flow and know when you about to blow, So I'm drowning in this liquor as I lick her, need a floaty I'll take her from a four door to a coupe taking photos She calls me a wizard, told her leave behind the Todo I'll fuck then leave a note so she knows I'll never kiss her I tell her call Jack just so she can meet the ripper Never miss her, get the picture? It's a cyclical path It's official no position keeps a hoe on the map It's a fact when you lack class you can get that fat ass Slapped 'til your ass is your mask If I was you're boyfriend, I would let you go 'Cause you play too much pop music, those rappers turned you hoe You learned to blow the whistle, then to pop and drop it low So if you're such a wild one, I would let you go Be Kind, Get Co.Z Co.Z, INDIGO etc. [Outro Chatter]

They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem If finding some real lyrics is your fucking problem Turn off the radio and we can start solve em Hold up, did you write that down Someone musta rushed ya saying "give it to me now" Cause that verse shit like some defecated brown But fuck it they gon play it still so just shimmy shimmy on, hanh As $oon Vs Possible, Get Co.Z My lyrics don't just go hard bitch they go deep And they been that way before the ivy league degree It's kinda racist that you think I'm too smart to rap street But I'm the crackah, that jack ya rap up, and rap it back up Till its fatter, then pack it back up, to send it back to all these rappers So they can practice, at writing facts instead crap shit But unless they throw cash up they don't plaques bitch They say lyrical lyrics ain't no one hearing it Shit at least I'm still a lyricist I be making bars the factory for mars The candy, not the fucking planet in the stars you dumbass They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem If finding some real lyrics is your fucking problem Turn off the radio and we can start solve em Ooo I know you love it when this verse is up Yeah it's pretty clever but he should be writing perfect stuff The radio won't play it tho so get yo' fuckin curses up Get a sick beat, what's with these letters and cursive stuff Oh words? They don't really hear that shit Less it's 2 Chainz' hook or something just as clear as it They don't print the lyrics out so we gotta deal wit it And just…fuck the rest of this line And just dumb it down don't be a lyricists Save that for your mixtape the radio ain't clearing it They got a strict playlist it's not up for discussion I don't learn from what they're playing I'd do better wit concussions 'Cause Hip hop used to teach me, now it's good IQ reduction Everybodies sick in debt from blowing cash and always fucking Tooo bad…but his verse wasn't that horrible I just think the radios deplorable, look it up dumbass They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem If finding some real lyrics is your fucking problem Turn off the radio and we can start solve em Uh yeah hoe this the par ody Ooops I read that wrong I meant parody probably Please don't be offended dissin rappers is my hobby Espescially when they're smart but on the radio they're sloppy Mmm It's not quite phony, let's call it fonny Your mixtapes were hot, but you should go look up irony [Example:] It's ironic you're her favorite lyrist Guh you know them lyrics ain't shit duh, I am Jack of Co.Z AKA the weird al of rapping on beats I get why 2 Chainz just ain't trying compete But if you a lyricist please don't be lazy Uh, kill em all dead beats on every mixtape And I don't respect the radio that shits fake Dumb playlists, dumb tracks Dumb lyrics for yo dumb ass dumbass They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem They like bad lyrics it's a fucking problem But I don't write bad lyrics it's a fucking problem If finding some real lyrics is your fucking problem Turn off the radio and we can start solve em Please be kind...

Ok. My Company is Co.Z, rap rings around the rosie We shownin up, we blowing up, wit a pocket full of posy Ok. My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we blowing up, wit a pocket full of posy Mommy cop dat that Massie, but she ain't get the mercy Me, I'm Jack the Ripper and I whip around that Merc G 55 Geländewagen--you prolly got a station one Wait Jack, why you bragin? To get plays on your radio station Co.Z, download me, I make new songs every four days Cause you know that time is money, I don't do it for no Rolle Bitch I do it so you know me, trying show the flow is holy Hit that beat like avocado, leave that shit like guacamole (Ole) Yo get at me homie, I do verses, I do beats I do album covers, mix my shit, and ever write the tweets On top of that I'm in college, yeah they call it the ivy league I call it boring shit that I don't think I really need Rude. True, I do give a fuck though Only spit the truth, while these lying haters suck or blow And you can try to sign me, better have a lot bucks yo You think I'd impressed by your seven digits? Fuck no My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we blowing up, wit a pocket full of posy Ok. My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we blowing up, wit a pocket full of posy If you eat wheat thins in the morning it's better than beef If you eat wheat thins in the morning it's better than beef If you're a rapper talking bullshit you better have a damn good track Like really really really good mercy me mercy me think that I'm the first rapper to be actually rip pin these tracks passionately i see through your raps y'all casper to me the funny thing is i mastered the beat without a little pussy ass masters degree no fucks given. smoke grass in the street. smoke it up bitch, pass and repeat now thats some fuckin empowerment get up and change the world I'm on that 11th hour shit bankers who steal in money thats what coward is im prayin for the world where bankers influence is powerless we got to take it back. this is our shit this games a trap. on that bauuer shit most rappers bass level aint at my chase level when i get brain girls say that they taste rebel My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we blowing up, wit a pocket full of posy Ok. My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we blowing up, wit a pocket full of posy If you eat wheat thins in the morning it's probably better than beef If you eat wheat thins in the morning it's probably better than beef If you're a rapper talking bullshit you better have a damn good track Like really really really good Had to use a beat remake but I'll deal with it It's cool this shit is fake, my lyrics are the realest shit I ain't whining, I'm just practicing my rhyming And if I'm sneaky with the timing hopefully you'll start to hear the shit I swear I've practice so much I must now be done with it But they don't think I'm rapping till I'm making money bitch I ain't a rich accomplished person, just the son of it Plus my race is favored by societies and governments It's unfair how it works, see, their company wanna perch' me Cause I got these bitches on my dick, for them to sell that merch-y Geländewagen Merc G, your shareholders is thirsty Just cuz they seen my overpriced suv On TV they it's I'm worthy, that's bullshit Half a fuckin million On my education So I can be a rapper and spit on our damn nation Face it Rap has got it self too damn basic Sayin fuck your money And that got damn bass shit I'm flagrant You taste it My rhymes make you wasted Im a whole bottle you faced it Like full throttle, like mace shit Like fuck money, let it burn Oh mercy, let it burn So thirsty, let it burn Hope Banks curse me, let it burn Get rich, charity Get drunk, carry me Fall off, bury me Cause imma Kharkov so scarily I've seen money corrupt So I'm done being at mercy I'm Robin Hood I make it rain cause money is the worst see? Ok. My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we rolling up, wit a pocket full of posy Ok. My Company is Co.Z, blow rings around the rosie We shownin up, we rollinging up, wit a pocket full of posy

Will O Will O Will Oh AHH I bet your pussy will oh when you get this drill hoe Cause I'll lick it real fast maybe stick it real slow Flick it with a vicious finger tip go all up in your hole Cervix, cause we know I'm past your labia, woah She'll be wetting my bed, when she's getting my head Cause I can lick it just as fast as I can spit it, and she do not know what the fuck I just said She's like stop it sta stop it, I'm like please control you shaking Cause I'm heating up your oven and I'm planning on some baking Trying fit some meat in, tenderizing beating I won't eat it if it's bleeding, but I got the shower heated So let's hit it, and if it's looking clean then, you might get it What's the record for your pleasure cause I think tonight I set it Got that …filled …thrilled …killed… r est in peace You just leave you …... there, and then leave the rest to me Coconut water streaming, is she's ready for the penis Live for pussy, owe my life to it, and I mean it

I don't wanna wake up, today I'll just stay at home Did we just brake up? now I don't need to charge my phone But she'll still put on make up, while I just want to be alone Asking was it fake? or who else would she rather bone Blame it on my maker, by that I mean society Some try to be free, I just tried to survive quietly But privacy breeds lying, desires go down the drain We're trying to be complying, society drives insane The brains of tame dames, they say to attain fame Go fast and change lanes, attack like bang bang Get back, remain game to giving some lames brane No pain no gain suck it up or give up, refrain Don't test your luck, man up, mayne let's you balls hang Fuck a poker face, Go poke her frame, this aint no poker games That's what they want me sexy like Mr.Bond, James But I don't fit their sexy life guess I'm beyond strange I need a change, that what she say I need a change I need some change like begin for dimes I need to go find a new dime she saying I need a change? I suppose you need a change is what's true I wouldn't change, I would just do the same things again that I did with you And we'd fall in love, and it would be nice Until the day she no longer likes her life And poof, hopefully she aint my wife Cause that would mean paperwork which isn't nice That's true, so you see, friend If you do not want us than this is the end Not of myself, but as me as a lover I remember pain and there will be no other I have the scars to show for it Why should I find a new love and endure I fall always too deep in love I can't cure it And love leads to pain I don't need to incur it And oh yes sure it's what all the kids do But it makes me uncomfortable then I act rude So no I wont be fucking these bitches who suck all these dicks And let every dude screw I know I have a problem, it's like I want to catch them all But if they're already all caught up in this shit then I'd rather let em fall She wanted it solved, he's trapped in his way, so she's stalled Now I'm just playing red version tryinga throw some poke balls Like fuck it, at least i got my video games Cause the games they play on my heart are pretty insane You, you, it's all for you But dump me for another guy I still caught pikachu Boo Dedicated to Lana Del Ray...

Girl I know how much you really want somebody, want somebody that knows how to please you Girl I know how much you really want somebody, want somebody that ain't gonna leave You know what I said, that gets in your head So we're making love instead of just fucking in bed These players are creeps baby, while I'll love to sleep daily And I would never cheat maybe just with Vanna White, Lucy Shrooms or Mary and Jane Vanna Lucy Mary and Jane But that ain't got shit to do with what I'm been saying Vanna Lucy Mary and Jane I met Mary first, with Jane Hit 'em both, got some brain But that ain't nothing sexual We got more like a friend thing Met Vanna next, wild chick Kinda boghie she hit me quick But we fight a lot, and she know I'm rich She fitting drain my bank and shit I met Lucy in the sky with in sky some diamonds Plus that Psilocybin But I don't vibe with them And it's hard to find them Crazy bitches supply them And I've no idea who designed them And I loose it when they get inside my mind And I find it ain't chill to ride with them But you catch me on a blunt cruise, with my dude But you'll never find me inside of another girl instead of you These rappers got you worried, they ain't pimps they on some hoe shit But I don't fuck around and you know this is true Girl I know how much you really want somebody, want somebody that knows how to please you Girl I know how much you really want somebody, want somebody that ain't gonna leave You know what I'm said, that gets in your head So we're making love instead of just fucking in bed These players are creeps baby, while I'll love to sleep daily And I would never cheat maybe just with Vanna White, Lucy Shrooms or Mary and Jane Please be kind..

Please be kind... Uh white weezy flow On some kush and snow If these crackers wanna jack it Tell em hit the fucking road Tell em Co.Z runs the show now and they could never steal it Not even with Janet Jackson's tit and JT to reveal it Everyday, I do it, do it just like Nike No this ain't Lil Wayne but I write just like it Then I drink Champagne, and my stomach fucking deals with it But mommy pays for most this shit, at least I'm fucking real with it Allergic to the lies---- I don't listen to that fake shit so I've never heard you My Company is Co.Z, I am like the CEO Except we're like a LLC, a bunch of letters UAENO Yeah I talk that shit, like I got an ivy league degree Then I treat an ivy league degree like some shit that I don't even need They call me Jack of fucking Co.Z cause I run the fucking shit And I will jack your beat and flow until I'm done the fuck with it Then I let that breathe… Said I let that breath... It go, all these ladies and gentleman are slobs I need all perfect everything, I'm on my Steve Jobs Forever never satisfied, something more is needed Yeah life is a bitch, I'm trying mutherfucking breed it All these ladies and gentleman are slobs I need all perfect everything, I'm on my Steve Jobs Forever never satisfied, something more is needed Yeah life is a bitch, I'm trying mutherfucking breed it Tryinga mutherfucking breed it; bitch It's a dog joke... Ok the Wifi is free, but you won't get no FaceTime All you see is Lil Waynes flow with replaced rhymes Dressed in Armani, looking cast for twilight You need a record label, I just need my mac and my mic Flown on tons of private jets, use them for the holidays But if I get over money, only buddha would be proud of me So I spit that shit, fecal speaking, stool drolling Got these sissies getting pissy I can see the pee poplin Got that Jack and Coke so you could say that I got them bumps for ya C Oh dot Z that spells Co.Z and it stands for comfortable I'm just tryinga spread the peace, I ain't tryinga stunt on ya Plus I'm special, that's that shit I got a stunt double for It go "All these ladies and gentleman are slobs I need all perfect everything, I'm on my Steve Jobs Forever never satisfied, something more is needed And if life is a bitch, I'm trying mutherfucking breed it" All these ladies and gentleman are slobs I need all perfect everything, I'm on my Steve Jobs Forever never satisfied, something more is needed Yeah life is a bitch, I'm trying mutherfucking breed it All these ladies and gentleman are slobs I need all perfect everything, I'm on my Steve Jobs Forever never satisfied, something more is needed Yeah life is a bitch, I'm trying mutherfucking breed it Jack of Co.Z On my Steve Jobs shit... Please be kind..

If making art and making money didn't cause a lot of problems Maybe artists wouldn't feel like businessmen are trying to rob them This whole town talk a whole bunch of brown Everytime I go around I hear *poop sound* *poop sound* *poop sound* You got an agent or manager my cracker I'm a agent I'll manage ya my crackah Take a cut and start rebranding ya my crackah But don't be Mad if Hollywood damage ya my crackah Whiny honkey, let me take you round my brand new town Got some actors got some rappers and they all trying to get found So you hate who's got your look, and you hate who's got your sound And you don't tell em bout ya projects cause they'd all try to get down Bitch I do me too good to be doing good for you, go get ya skills up I write, rap, record, produce and engineer, yes I'm the realest Fuck yo linkd in, I got six albums, ten mixtapes, mixed and written By yours truly, but I ain't sold out to be famous that's my difference Knew a dumb rapper with his brain lied to Sign a 360 deal that means they are buying you And most these others deals are just loan you must recoup Bitch ya ass is deep in debt so fuck yo red bottom shoes My investor is my mommy, they think that sounds dumb I think it's dumb your mother doesn't run a hedge fund She's long on my career, but she'd short most of these wack acts How you got those likes and followers, with two wack tracks One DJ mix on soundcloud plus some whore shit Convince people to love you but the product they ignore it I do not respect you less you write yourself, record it Mix it, make some beats, write the tweets, no fake endorsements But you're just a front, and that's prolly why they fronting Your career is part of someone else's you ain't makin nothing Yourr just a prop, get that money, to the man in the middle They count up all the cash, you just get a little If making art and making money didn't cause a lot of problems Maybe artists wouldn't feel like businessmen are trying to rob them This whole town talk a whole bunch of brown Everytime I go around I hear *poop sound* *poop sound* *poop sound*

Please be kind… I'm a queenloverbutnohomo, queenloverbutnohomo Said I'm a queenloverbutnohomo, but I ain't fucking with bros tho See I was never that athletic, but my horse was And I don't really like most girls, I think they're whores cuz Guys made em that way, secretly like morse code So why'm I such a fucking ass hole to all theese poor souls? Strait rich white guy, everybody hates me Cept for cops, college admission ppl, some gay peeps A couple hetero chicks who think they wanna lay me Oh, and the history books, but that's fake see Crackah... that shit's unfair But what am I spoosed to say tho, other than I care I can't empathize, all I can be is aware Got a problem that I hang out with some gay guys? stare Yeah it look good don't it Co.Z with my sexuality: straitpussybonin Don't like blow jobs, do mixed asians Sorry, blame exotification... I'm a queenloverbutnohomo, queenloverbutnohomo I'm a queenloverbutnohomo, but I ain't fucking with bros tho Yo that shit was gay man Mhmm yeah whatever you say man Shoulda been saying how your dicks huge And how you like money over bitches and boobs I like tities more than my dick though Plus most my fans seen a pic of that shit yo Cause they're chicks, whom I sent that shit in high school Like to hear deep lyrics, not about how I'm cool But go ahead, impress your bros Saying fag, while you're wrestling his athletic clothes I'm more like a lion, chilin wit my bitches Fittina leave my strait competition up in ditches Why? Cause of natural selection I'll make you all gay and consider it correction But honestly, I don't know dude Stop hating so much and just do you I'm a queenloverbutnohomo, queenloverbutnohomo Said I'm a queenloverbutnohomo, but I ain't fucking with bros tho Words are brilliant, be offended by words. Please be kind...

Please be kind... My life is like a video game Gold nuggets got me feeling all leveled up And the way that I play this shit is insane Like I got infinite lives, and I don't give a fuck Grinding up a pound, call it brick breaker White green purp & gold, like the Celtics vs the Lakers Yeah I got them extra balls, plus mushrooms, one up You think I'm talking illegal drugs bitch?….shut up Keep it on the low low, I'm cool with it like froyo Yeah, my chick drop it like yo yo, then bounce on my stick pogo Wanna see me in my prime? take a mutherfucking photo She said this beat was fly...but now it's like a dodo Her friend dance gogo, she fucked Joe Jonas (oH no!) We thought he was a homo, he ain't celibate no mo tho I'll make a sex tape with my girl for some promo And when I chop and screw it, y'all can watch in slow mo My live is like video game, you'd swear I got some check codes How he pushing that whip? How he rocking these clothes? How he fucking that chick?; PM till the sun up I got that extra life, crackah one up Get that pussy done up Bitch… haters that what you the son of We may not be the greatest…we're just one of I'm already one up let me know when you've had enough You aint got no guns, you just say it for fun You got no arms like rayman from PSone And if you really wanna step to me buddy I split up bills like like I'm fucking with monopoly money I got a 1980s crack flow, with the game that I pack yo Call me milton bradley, give it everything I has, bro/ The fantasy is final and you must be pretty mental When I'm lighting up your top just like the clown from twisted metal You think ya better than me? You think you better than me?? My Residency is Evil don't be stepping to me/ You be a dead man walking, dead man talking/ Attitude era, drink beers with steve austin Music is my weapon, spongebob kinda threats Beat ya bitch to death using squid wards clarinet Chainsaws and cocaine everything is princess peachy Takng L's to the head like we dressing like Luigi My life is like a video game Gold nuggets got me feeling all leveled up And the way that I play this shit is insane Like I got infinite lives, and I don't give a fuck Please be kind...

Please be kind... Co.Z Co.Z Co.Z Co.Z Dear lover, you've never let me down And none other, has ever been around like you've been around Let's go deeper, revolutionary love, call it breaking ground I stared at you for hours and followed you round town, now finally I understand what it is I'd found…dedication... Since we've begun, you have been nothing but true Since we've begun, I've have loved no one but you and everything you do Dedicated to the ladies with their man on their mind Staying fly always sticking to their plan on the grind Never pausing, I'll always be behind you If we ever loose each other, I'll find you...that's my dedication... Dedicated to those people who are honest at all time Motivate me to be truer in my life and in my rhymes Never pausing, I'll always be behind you If we ever loose each other, I'll find you...that's my dedication... Co.Z Co.Z Co.Z Co.Z Please be kind... By the way, I'm obsessed with you When I'm looking in you mind, but also when undressing you You can leave you're clothes there hunny, the rest'll do I don't want em getting in the way when I wrestle you Club you on some cave man shit, make the bed rock Bam bam, then you mount it and put him a head lock Mind sex, you know like Dead Prez You said a few words, your body said the rest Don't think I'm not impressed by each one of your assets Talent out the ass, plus you ace orgo classes Few pass you're getting As, like the smartest girl at school You get along with my lesbian friends too, and that's cool Vegetarian compassionate lover of true There are few as old souls as the one that's in you My mother, my friends, and some others keep me motivated But it's you that teaches me I'm dedicated so I thank you Dedicated to the ladies with their man on their mind Staying fly always sticking to their plan on the grind Never pausing, I'll always be behind you If we ever loose each other, I'll find you...that's my dedication... Dedicated to those people who are honest at all time Motivate me to be truer in my life and in my rhymes Never pausing, I'll always be behind you If we ever loose each other, I'll find you...that's my dedication… Co.Z Co.Z Co.Z Co.Z Kind Summer

Please be kind… Jack of Co.Z Worried about my followers, not me I got flow, got rhymes, killing hot beats And I don't need advance from a label I only spit truth, no fables So go and doubt me Go ahead and doubt me Bet you gon see... Hottest mix tape since the drought 3 Dedication 2 killing hot beats I jump on any song, you can't stop me Write a verse ASAP, no rocky Got a cold flow, yet it's hot heat My bad bitch look good paradoxically Never be self made, never proud of me Born rich, too bad, that's what I gotta be Lucky with my genes too I don't mean denim But I wrote this shit and mixed and we can't deny it's venom That's me So I just give em what I get em And it ain't about the bragging, it's all about getting better You can see And the models getting wetting, Want me drinking them bottles of moet but I don't let em Hunny please You gotta work, for this raw guy Cause I'm looking sharper than my jaw line I bet you gon see Worried about my followers, not me I got flow, got rhymes, killing hot beats And I don't need advance from a label I only spit truth, no fables So go and doubt me Go ahead and doubt me Crackah I bet you gon see Go, go, doubt me Go and doubt me

What brings you down, brings us all down, makes us crazy And when you're down we all have to frown, you're a cry baby What brings you down, brings us all down, makes us crazy And when you're down we all have to frown There was, a time When you, didn't constantly wine My joy, was mine Until you would remind me that nothing is fine So when I mentioned the things that I enjoy just a bit You'd go and digest my happiness, reduce it to shit Thank God you chewed it, thank God I found my way through it You don't even know you do it, baby chill the fuck out... You made us so sad, I'm so through with that Cause honestly you turned out to be so depressing and fucking mad Depressing and fucking mad You're despressing, it's fucking sad It was all cute at the start, why did you chew it apart? I'd be all happy and shit, and you'd say I'm breaking your heart I'd be like "why baby why?", your response would be to cry "You don't really love me that much" would be your reply Well if you say that a lot, I might believe in it soon Is this relationship shot, I might be leaving it soon All you ever talk about is what we do wrong And you probably hate that I'd only expressed myself in songs So when I mentioned the things that I enjoy just a bit You'd go and digest my happiness and reduce it to shit Thank God you chewed it, thank God I found my way through it You don't even know you do it, baby chill the fuck out You made us so sad, I'm so through with that Cause honestly you turned out to be so depressing and fucking mad You're depressing and fucking mad You're despressing, it's fucking sad On to the next one… Please be kind Kind Summer

Please be kind… For this song, I aM going to do the ABCs Co.Z Word to Young Money Cash Money Billionaires Respect to Getting Out Our Dreams aNd Jay-Z with Roc Nation formerly related to Rocafella Records I don't knOw about Maybach Music Group Fuck that rapist shit Fake ass bitch, hope you pass out Do Not Resuscitate, no Rest In Peace I am Co.Z, that's Company ZoJa JACK, that's me 1990 my Date Of Birth aNd you can See IDentification if you need But when Black Entertainment Television hears me on beats They'll treat me "Very Important Person" 'Cause Music TeleVision gon' want to mention me When YoUTube Be on my dih Recording Industry Association of America gon' want my cheese Automatic Teller Machine gives me euros so I'm ballin with €ase Internal Revenue Service coming knocking if you keep it over seas Dot the I's cross the T's mind the thanQyou's and the Pleases's Fuck the National Rifle Association, where'd that kid get the Avtomat Kalashnikova? Armalite Rifle 15? that's a government payday Grand Old Party and Democratic Nation Committee looking Dead On Arrival RESPECT? no way Fu©k The Police all day, word to Nation Security Agency Federal Bureau of Investigation come play, what you going to say? Central Intelligence Agency top secret drones From the Department Of Defense coming to peep my home Call the bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms & explosives and Special Weapons And Tactics delta-9-TetraHydroCannabinol leaves said they got to take these 3,4-MethyleneDioy-n-MethylamphetAmine benzoylmethylecgonine Detroxamphetamine for the Attention Deficit-Hyperactivity Disorder Duck-sauce By The Way, For Your Information I forgot what I was saying I'm DEFinitely not high I'll Be Right Back, got to catch this rhyme Got the ABCs up in every line YoU can Laugh Out Loud or yoU can CRY Get The Fuck Out if you're hating on me Suck my Dih, Just Kidding, no lie In My Humble Opinion, I aM so fly Fuck a Scholastic Aptitude Test that's a Frequently Asked Question Overcharged students giving I Owe yoUs Getting Pissed Off, going to rise up soon Not today in the Ante Meridiem, maybe afternoon I just saying, World Wide What The Fuck Quick playin this Ain't Nintendo Entertainment System Tell Cable News Network, American Broadcasting Company, Associated Press, press British Broadcasting Corporation, National Broadcasting Company and National Public Radio next The United States of America be telling lies but yoU Ain't EveN knOw It's all for money but yoU Ain't $ee no dough But I Don't Care and got to go, I mean I g2g I Don't Know if yoU agree I Don't Give A Fluck though Company ZoJa etc. Company Z et cetera. CompanyZ ALPHABET….Y, Why not? Co.Z Please be kind...

Please be kind... Flowpourri, and I blow the beat down Flowpourri mixing up the rhyme scheme and sounds Then I huff and I puff and I blow the beat down Creepy with my flow drop it low as I drip this Measure my oil level with haters, fucking dipsticks You dont get the whole dick's stick, just the tip bitch Until you paint two pictures of it, that's a diptych yyychhhh….Y C H I'm way too cool right now, go try, please hate He thinks he great he's fake – wanna bet or debate? I beat you either way cause I'm rich and set in my ways I'll make your beat decay, Gain a felony charge Grand theft instrumental, she can tell he's at large I said she can tell he's at large She wanna scream mutherfucking Sound the general alarms She wanna scream wanna scream Sound the general alarms She wanna scream mutherfucker Sound the general alarms She wanna scream scream Hottest crackah hoppin on this track you can bet that Reed ya chick the lyrics to my raps bet you'll wet that Lie and say you wrote it bout her ass bet you'll get that But I only be true when I mack and don't regret that I'll still be ahead you with 13 set backs Still be the dread of you, your birth I correct that Balace that out, lysol disinfect that Jack of Co.Z can flow flyer no jetpack Higher than a Brett pass Who? Farve Woah….I hit that grass pretty hard I forgot my lines it was something bout my yard Slom mo tho yo so I go retard Retard flow…yo Yo bro, can I get a dab, just a little dab? I ain't no fucking poser yo I brought my own bag But I burnt up all my wax in this little pen I had Now I need to burn some weed dabs, trying fucking spas on some shit Let me get a drip, on that free-style tip I aint't free styling this, I'm just saying Can I get it free style, mayne? ….I'm just playin' Dripping dopeness, soaked wet swag sauce Bitches better group this, haters better back off You're fake and fucking hopeless, quit while your in the back dawg All I do is do me, she just help me jack off Rip a track and mixed this, rap I got it mastered Still I need a record deal to brag to the bastards Only drink scotch older than me get plastered Model getting nasty, I bet I'll get nastier Bring it back, now put on something faster Jack, the, rip, per Jack, the ripper, jack jack the ripper Jack the ripper, coming to eat yo beats Jack the ripper, coming to eat yo beats You can call me hungry jack and your is beats looking sweet Jack The Ripper, your beats get my fat I eat and I eat now your beats getting jacked Jack The Ripper coming and I'm eating your beats High mids and the baseline all in my teeth With a flow like the ocean, your beats are the beach If your beats are the pizza I'm meats and the cheese Bet ya bish wanna try like at least just a piece I already got a beauty I'm a beast on a leash She a freak in the sheets but she chic in the streets Got lucky and she gave me a peek a her peach Now I'm in it like George, all mine I hoard Got pussy on my mind, but she mine not yours She fine, while you bore me bitch I'm bored All these dude is dicks, all these bitches is whores No more Can't take it But do you I'll already got my boo to do … Flowpourri mixing up rhyme schemes and sounds Then I huff and I puff and I blow the beat down Flowpourri ripping through every beat I've found Then I huff and I puff and I blow the beat down …New Slaves….same crackahs though Whips and chains ain't the same as in the past ya know But hateful 'isms, that some shit that really has to go But we won't ever not be hateful we some ass a holes New Slaves, new shades, same crackahs though New Slaves, new shades, same crackahs though

They say they wanna see my resume … okay It should be presented to them pleasantly … okay I'll print this out just for you, but get with the times ... When I put in the work, I put it in rhyme, then I put it on online JacksResume.info Tell your employer, tell your kin folk My mommy paid for everything I did so Trying get a job man, 'cause I've been broke I know how to learn quick and teach intros You want that Final Cut, you want that Logic Pro? Adobe Creative Suite is what you've got to know And I could Photoshop your spouse into a model, yo Study social media repeatedly, I'm into it I'll Tweet the Vine to Facebook while I Instagram your Pinterest Got a mailing list? I'll make the graphic to be sent to it And yeah it's bulk mail, but I make it feel intimate I'm joking... I'm just serious So go and send this to your peers Like, "He put his resume in rap form It's kinda funny, bro, you should hear this" Yeah... and I went to Brown, Class of 2012.5 Major: Modern Culture & Media, but I prefer sound 'Cause I make pound, I'm a rapper and producer Video editor, video shooter Graphic designer, drafter, printer So you better pay me if you want me as an intern Technology consultant at a gallery Looking for a creative job with a salary Worthwhile experience, I spent my time valuably I'll own my company, and then my own galaxy I'll put in the work, work, work Put your problems in the dirt Rest in peace to you wasting money on these other jerks 'Cause I'm far too productive For you're shareholders not to love this I ain't saying no ones as qualified But, no ones above this...

Just fill another cup, we don't give a mutherfuck, we be chilling in the dorm room Young Orchard Just spill another dutch, we don't give a mutherfuck, we be dealing in the dorm room   And a couple are my dealers The models is my girl friend, I bet you prolly feel her But you don't get to touch, go ahead and try to steal her I'll drop a trust fund bounty on your head That's the quicker picker upper, gets you doorknob dead Bad apples, you picked the wrong orchard to fuck wit Licki, Jspot, Ty, Mahnikuh, the Dutchess Never racist, but hate a couple crackahs Spit it boobah, GAMBLIN', black jack it You shoulda known from the raps and the package Little honkey spit it like he had some damn practice Drastic, plastic haters get they ass kicks I rap a bit the ripper bounce tracks like elastics She jackin dick and hop on top to show me some gymnatics Nasty I blast, smashed, mashed, trashed, crashed it Put it in reverse than I park, jurrasic Dinosaur dick, bone looking so massive These haters ain't my sons...they're all bastards Even Shakespeare would say I leave a track slash-ed Co.Z vernacular Stay flyer than Dracula Here's another Brown mixtape track for ya By the Young Orchard spectacular Jack Ripper Just fill another cup, we don't give a mutherfuck, we be chilling in the dorm room Young Orchard Just spill another dutch, we don't give a mutherfuck, we be dealing in the dorm room

Whatchu know about a crimson blade Dark jedi, with my vision hazed And the sith are two tints away Leave your rebel fleet in disarray Then I'll disobey the empire and destroy them a different way I'll steal your track like it's the shuttle Tydarian Then post it on your Facebook wall and start sharing it Cause my shit bang, this crackah insane I'll snatch Chewabacca's chain and start wearing it You find me down on Dathomir making witches Or on Malastare in my pod racer passing bitches I'm gone, cause I got them quick reflexes And I use the force for everything your chick wanna check this Yeah I'm chillling with some twins, both blue as can be Make em happy then I'll show you why they call em twi'leak Get em wetter than the beaches on mon calamari Hoth flow cold Ando P r i m e RIP to Chewbacca, Yoda, and Obi Anakin Solo think he cool but he ain't O G You think you powerfully strong, I think palpably wrong Your looking faulty like the DNA in Palpatine's clones, and that's deep Extended universe I could go for discs like this, but i'm just doing a verse Even when I'm doing my worst I'm the second best jedi rapping, but who is the first? Prolly Gripp, always two there are But when I defeat him I'll make you a star No really…. part of a super nova Galaxy gun up system like oops it's over Go, you better warn the younglings dude You seen my saber imagine what my guns can do I'm just playin, I'm just saying that my flow is huttese Or mandalorian, we know it ain't basic, please I make the Yuzzum Vong, look like a minor curse You send a dozen clones, you'll need a dozen hearse I'm like Jar Jar, ruin the story, I'm the worst But I'm pretty sure Luke hit it first

Please be kind... She just want a bump she can move it to She just want something she can do it to She want something she can do it to She want something she can move it to Sex Music. I call this piece Sex Musek Why's it called sex music? Cause you can have sex to it Co.Z all over the mutherfucking Bass Cannon Take over your planet like a space bandit Eat people like caviar, baby salmon Like I'm ballin' with some aliens, space jamming I'm gone, off a line of that bass cannon She do a lot of blow, face crammin' She don't give a fuck about the nasal damage And she fuck in the kitchen more than she make a sandwich That's hot, now we got the bass bumping If you ain't high, bitch face something MDMA got the whole place humping Pussy drooling, trying to say something I'ma make a landing, and I plan to stick it If a good flow's evil, then bitch I'm wicked Let this slick rapper dick it As the bass cannon kick it Sex Musek She don't really like that slow shit That oh baby oh oh shit She punk rock, she head bang She dub step, then get low on this Like woah bitch, i'm going hard I ain't religious but oh my god She ain't a hoe but I sow the yard She slow it down and I go retard Then rev it up, and then throw it deep We standing up, but she off her feet She taste and smell both awfully sweet Twice the bpm and we ain't off the beat Cause I can thrust it faster than I can step to it That's why we call it sex music Now let this slick rapper dick it As the bass cannon kick it Sex Music. I call this piece Sex Musek Why's it called sex music? Cause you can have sex to it

Please be kind... C O Z, we just killed the beat Tell PETA I'm the type to try to kill pussy I wanna respect these bitches that radio is dissing But these rappers always put em down to be O G I'm on that brand new Jezzy track, with two verses Type a rapper get a chick in the sack with two curses: "Bitch fuck," she like "who, with you? yeah, let's do it, perfect" No, I was just proving a point, go back to twerkin yo Dick could prolly hurt a hoe, cervix, other certain hole Yeah you know I work it tho, drill it fast jerk it slow Get ya pussy perfect flow, it's pretty but I'll merc it though But you should know it's worth it though, dick so versatile Got herself birkim, but won't get me in the bag 20 grand plus a waiting list, that shit just a fad They want me in the club but I stay up in the lab Flirt with em at the gym, but just to make em mad Jack of C O Z She wanna be on me She on the DIC, I got the P.O.V. Kill pussy, someone call the T.O.D. Getting all up in it feeling V.I.P. C O Z we just killed the beat Tell PETA I'm the type to try to kill pussy I wanna respect these bitches that radio is dissing But these rappers always put em down to be O G C O Z, C O Z That's the Company, we kill these funky beats Tell PETA I'm the type to try to kill pussy And tell the bitches that I'm sorry about misogyny 3BankAccountz and a truzt fund What the fuck is cash crackah I don't touch none Got a pistol in my pocket tryinga buss some All over yo bust hun, like I'm the man, trust none Say what, huh? yeah you know, I'm a prick But I'm just tryinga fit in with these other muther fucking dicks Respect women too much to be a rapper so I might quit Just for a bit Kind Summer Please, Be Kind. Over Zealous Culture

Please be kind… Jack of Co.Z Kind Summer This is crazy... I chop chop chop it Then rock rock rock Make em freq to beat When it drop drop drop But I've been unruly The illuminatti should sue me on the dot I chop chop chop it Make em hip, make em hop Make em freq to beat When it drop drop drop But I'm speaking truly The internet made me do it I can't stop Sorry to purity ring, if you don't want to my thing I got your album, cut this out, to see what the fuck that I could bring I shoulda asked, but the internets got me going too fast Too crass instagram desensitizing me to ass I was on it during class, but I was taking it fail pass Getting a degree online is better than pulling it up out of your ass Like half of these high class low lifes causing the crash Shatter economies societies ecosystems like glass We break break it down, to make make the sounds As if we got the right, to shake shake the ground Vibrate brate the place, then take what you've found Then make make it your own, until they break you down Don't break the cycle, don't not complain Fight for your right, but not with your brain Cause they told ya stop it, this is all a game It's all for profit, and it's all for gain So I stole this beat, cause I wanted the fame But I admitted that up in this shit cause that's how I'm playing So maybe the lawyers might just not hear what I'm saying Or they can sue me for doing this and I'll claim I'm insane Start talking to grandma, walk around a daze Blame it on the dub step, they said it's a phase But that's just how they edit it, I'm media hazed Digital marketing my weed I'm repeatedly blazed Grandma sends me emails of warning My spam filter keeps me ignoring Illuminati says the real worlds boring Holes in my eyelid, see you in the morning You should see the dreams I sleep In the lines of rhymes I speak I just want to hide in a hole Hibernate till it a little less cold Cause I've been living off beat I'm awake and online yet asleep Feeling like a creep All this bits got me feeling lonely Call your grandma let's all get Co.Z

Oh God C O . Z crackah An inconvenient truth, I'm fire in the booth Talk a lot of shit as if I'm seen a lot of proof Ivy league rapper werid al part 2 But I'd rather learn from trap beats than bureaucratic schools Cause me, I wasn't made for that shit But Brown was pretty cool and someone paid for that shit So been there and done that but what good can come of that If Al Gore says I'm gunna die where's the fun in that [VROOM sample] yeah i know that i should drive electric But my G55 is part of the environment I'd like to be protected It's relative, and we try to keep balance, but shits getting hectic Just look at the rest of the galaxy bitch, it's ice and pyro technics Why the fuck should we be different than jupitor or venus Now storms are going crazy cause we're finally getting heated Heard you got a billion dollars, don't expect congratulations Cause the money burns with the planets atmosphere disintegration It's cool that we're inpatient, cause we're running outta time Even if the earth is dying, I hope the internet survives Cause thats some crazy bs, when's it gunna be next Live it while you can, end of story no ps We ain't coming back, or at least we don't fact Heaven Hell God Devil sounds like a bunch of crap My soul like gas crackah i burn that shit, pay for stuff but don't earn that shit got a lot but still yearn for shit, I'll never be happy, I'm learning this So have a nice day, or fuck it don't I doesn't really matter, or eventually it won't The worlds on fire, we think we getting higher, but we're all bout to expire Mutherfucker and I'ma let that shit burn

Can't these headphones go louder JACK OF CO.Z Can someone ask Dr Dre if these go louder? He made these... Can't a crackah jack black culture no more? Tell amistad I'll rock a chain that can reach the floor Got me a bad bish that ain't all white Just so my next generation won't come out so bright Drinking with Bob Kraft, spilling on Armani But I told you motherfuckers I'm just rich cause of my mommy Only want to hear the truth so that's all you gon' hear from me But they wanna see the money from Kanye to Mit Romney I'm from way above the law, where they pay for what they saw Thus have lawyers on retainer to sue the YouTube So if you think the Internet's free it's not true And if you can't do it better than Yeezy, just do it too Flyer than a parasailer, with a view like periscopes Black people ball so hard it's cray, but crackahs still own paris though... Don't talk about power because they have it all Better play along before they take your fame make you crawl Can't a crackah jack black culture no more? Tell amistad I'll rock a chain that can reach the floor Got me a bad bitch that ain't all white Just so my next generation won't come out so bright That's marketing, and the whole industry a part of it So I teamed up with Zoë just to keep the boys hard and shit And I'll admit I met her through her sister when I was hitting her Kissed her, musta pissed her off cause then I missed her But it's fine, cause she was like a 9.5 And now I got a dime you won't find online Get Co.Z, Jack, you don't know me Spit a lot of shit not a drip of it's phony, and yo we-– Flyer than a parasailer, with a view like periscopes Black people ball so hard it's cray, but crackahs still own paris though... Don't talk about power because they have it all Better play along before they take your fame and make you crawl Get Co.Z (see oh dot zee) Don't be phony, but don't be angry GOOD ROC MMG YMCMB Y not C-O-.-Z Can't a crackah jack black culture any more Tell amistad I'll rock a chain that can reach the floor Got me a bad bitch that ain't all white Just so my next generation won't come out so bright Don't talk to them bout power, I promise you that they have it all Talkin bout money? I promise you that you haven't balled Talkin bout guns? I'm promise you that you haven't brawled Tryinga fight these crackahs you better be on some adderrall I'm on some Adderall ivy league rapper yeah you know I'm on that Adderral ooo ooo ooo ooo i'm on some Adderall well Technically Vyvance [A Rant from Licki Ucroj]

Please be kind... Level to this shit... Talking about brackets.. Crackah? taking 'bout tax brackets? Or you mean like glass ceilings? Like social brackets... Racism…sexism...classism... There's levels to this shit, leagues to this shit, it's unfair Yeah we rock the same jeans...we ain't got the same degrees, tho(ugh) Theres levels to this shit We don't fuck the same hoes, crackah I don't touch those, man Theres levels to this shit Lil' crakah bet you care about paper, but I care about fakers And I never been a bitch... So you better believe, we may be in different leagues, man theres Levels to this shit Levels to this shit Levels to this shit, levels to this shit You could never fuck my bitch like she celibate with it Got a trust fund bigger than an elephant dick And she don't care about your money that's irrelevant shit She a bachelor of science, you're a bachelor just trying to convince her that you're rich Ain't that a bitch I'm a bachelor of art, you're a bachelor that startin to be in denial 'bout ya chips Crackah, ye ain't stack shit No money on mind crackah all I got is time That's whats valuable to me and ye ain't spending none of mine Divisible by one and me and so I'm in my prime Got brains, got looks, got rhymes, got lines Got truth in the booth while these others rappers lying I'ma break it down for ya, I'ma snap it at the spine I'ma read it out to you, I'ma give a peace of mind I don't let the money make me even if they made it mine I want trust, and investment I got a trust, it's invested And David Abrams' returns is impressive For that Meek Mill would have to sell a billion records Said I want trust, and investment But I don't give a fuck about the cash we've collected I care about your mind, and the level it's respected Theres leagues to this bitch, and I bet I'm on that next shit, crackah Yeah we rock the same jeans...we ain't got the same degrees, tho(ugh) Theres levels to this shit We don't fuck the same hoes, crackah I don't touch those, man Theres levels to this shit Lil' crakah bet you care about paper, but I care about fakers And I never been a bitch... So you better believe, we may be in different leagues, man theres Levels to this shit Levels to this shit If these labels gave us six or seven digits front to me I won't buy a chain, unless you mean a chain of companies There's only like three rappers out there that could fuck with me In terms of flow, intelligence and going buck for buck with me My mommy made that money though I'm tryinga stay sucker free Tell the whole truth and you would too if it were up to me Rhymes are fine my flow is fluid even when switched abruptly And If you value knowledge, that's all I spit, luckily Materialism looks nice, but it's just a band aid My company is Co.Z, I'm trying to get the band paid But we're in entertainment, and that ain't big money If you're really trying ball, sell oil to other countries Throwing cash in club, but paid twice that to be in there So Drake's just another employee that you'll be seeing there Fuck a Billion, throw a T or Z in there I'ma do me, she do me too, I guess that we gon share Yeah we rock the same jeans...we ain't got the same degrees, tho(ugh) Theres levels to this shit We don't fuck the same hoes, crackah I don't touch those, man Theres levels to this shit Lil' crakah bet you care about paper, but I care about fakers And I never been a bitch... So you better believe, we may be in different leagues, man theres Levels to this shit Levels to this shit 'Hoods to the city, 'Burbs to my town And I worried 'bout nothing everytime I go around Why crackah? Cause aint nothing going down Gentrified as fuck, 'cause my skin peach not brown Wow...that aint fair, fuck that shit But don't you be thinking spoiled crackah going be giving back shit I'm just here to rap shit, I don't own jack shit Traditional to my culture I steal black shit There's racism, classism, sexism wack shit Level of glass ceilings try to past it I guess it unfair I got to the top fastest With league of degees, and so much cash I use plastic ...But if we're here to brag then fuck it ...I'll hit the ATM and get buckets Your bitch on my d and she tryinga make it bust some Why? 'cause my cum guarantees they kid a trust fund Yeah we rock the same jeans...we ain't got the same degrees, tho(ugh) Theres levels to this shit We don't fuck the same hoes, crackah I don't touch those, man Theres levels to this shit Lil' crakah bet you care about paper, but I care about fakers And I never been a bitch... So you better believe, we may be in different leagues, theres Levels to this shit Levels to this shit Co.Z Please be kind… Kind Summer the re up...