Comfortable Ignorance: Side B

by Jack & Ignant

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10 out of 9 People Agree: Ignorance is Comfortable

Part I is the voice of a sophomoric jester discovering the world and mocking it. Side B features a cynical yet fearful loner with signs of hope. Disc 3 is an exciting alter universe with a voice both familiar and alien, dark yet hilarious. Wait you read this shit?

Inspired by and appropriated from every song Jack has even heard, especially Hip Hop's trap ballads.

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released December 31, 2015

Instrumentals by Ignant.
Songwriting, performance & engineering by Jack The Ripper of Co.Z
Executive Production by Jack Media Productions
I'm going to keep mastering these tracks until I put them on Spotify.

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Jack of Co.Z Los Angeles, California

Jack of Co.Z is the rapper half of the Co.Z duo, set loose to wreak havoc with words. Some of Jack of Co.Z's work is on original instrumentals, much is mixtape style rap. Mixtape rap is usually more offensive, but ideally more honest. Not suitable for those unprepared, but everyone else should enjoy freely. Jack also produces as CompanyZ and is half of Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist. ... more

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Track Name: Rollin' Solo
Rollin’ Solo
Solo
Rollin’
It's like a bad trip
Rollin
I was rollin, rollin, rollin
Now I'm rollin solo, solo
Rollin
solo, solo
It's like a bad trip
Rollin
I was rollin, rolling, rolling, rolling
Now I'm rollin solo
Rolling
solo, solo

I was rollin wit her
Now I'm riding solo
Chick you got me tripping
But I don't know where to go though
I'm on a bad trip
UH
Now I'm feeling so low
Stolling on the bottom
Tryinga blackout, on that no glow,
But she come back up like oh no

I was rollin wit her
Now I'm riding solo
But I don't know where to go yo
I'm on a bad trip

So,
to be safe I'm rolling solo, solo
yo

Roll up on some bitches
Hey like, 'yo who is it?'
I roll up my windows
Light my blunt, now mind yo business

Yes I wanted them to do that
'Cept I don't need a visit
I'd just\I'd just have to text them back
If I gave them my digits

But I do that shit sometime[s] though
Thankfully my iPhone let me block them out like blind folds
50 shades of, 'does he really mean this silly shit he rhyme though?'

Girl you tripping, and I'm rolling
We'll be crashing but she hoping if we're solo that we both gon end up fine though

So I'm rolling solo..

Sipping that
Ripping that
Sniffing that

Solo

Rollin
Solo

Solo Solo

I was rollin wit her
Now I'm riding solo
Bitch you got me tripping
But I don't know where to go though
I'm on a bad trip

Now I'm feeling so low
Bitch you got me tripping
But I don't know where to go though

Rollin Solo
Track Name: aPathetic Milenial
"Ay what it do?
This is Vic Mensa
an' you' tuned into
Jack Media"

Oh yeah Jack
it’s really good that you're
Ya know
back in the studio making’ music
…really motivational

'Yeah i think it should really help!'

I don't give a fuck [x?]
a

Another one, lost another one
Ain't ever done, we on a run
We out raising fun, dropping for none
But sufferings plentiful
Feels like there's nothing we can all do
Man I'm done, lazy coward
A pathetic Millenial (bum bum)

I don't fuck with these bitches
Be covered in stitches if i let then up under my skin
I'm done
Let them get too many wins
Ain't playin no mo they ain't getting no mo dick or no ends
'You ain't no pro ho,' now she crying sayin 'I thought we were friends'
I thought we were down till the end, let's not even pretend

Like it's our first time
Before we even began
Too many crackahs telling us
'We staying steady in sin'

'Born ready to win,' but that would depend
On mo luck (not me) So I ain't giving no fucks
Hold up (not me)
I don't

I don’t give a fuck
(not me)

I dont...
Give A

Fuck

But it’s fine
Just passing the time
No. No. Really. Really. it’s fine
you don’t miss me
We, all….online

Where there’s no where to hide
So dry, eyes got nowhere to cry
She say 'at least you’re alive'
Right..at least I'm alive

Crackahs running up in you city, leaving it quite gentrified
Parents could pay they rent but they take Yo job to act like they try
Their slice of the pie is an act others need to survive
Criticize the gWag, then drive the price of used cars high

So who's the bad guy, ’crackah, what's really good?'
Stole that phrase from some blacker homosapians, different hood
Free speech, freedom of religion, stop these honkey’s, someone should
Strike me down salami alaykum, ooo I wish a God would

C’mon son, lost another one
Ain't ever done, we on a run
We out raisin' fun, dropping for none
But sufferings plentiful
Feel like there's nothing we can all do
Man I'm done…

'I wanna be president'
Psyche!--prolly won't vote
Blue state and don’t believe in our democracy no more
I’ll tale a trust fund to Ohio and go and knock on doors
And buy myself a candidate that used to be yours

Take a jet to ATL and Jack the migos flow
Sell a verse to QM that Aubrey’ll be shown
Do ya’ll want these middle men? cause i don’t need em no mo
I’m trying cause a singularity where we can all go

Shout out to the Media, we are all hoes
They just pimp us, they don’t love us, y’all know
Shout to peeps that I used to know, where’d we all go?
gave a fuck, now i heard yawl don’t

Heard I got the best life, I heard most them suck
They say I can’t do shit, so i don't
Fuck a next life, y.o.l.o., used to give a fuck
If you could do it all again I prolly won’t

Singin what, not another one
Ain't ever done, we on a run
We out raisin' fun, dropping for none
But sufferings plentiful
Feel like there's nothing we can all do
Man I'm done lazy, coward
aPathetic Millenial (bum, bum)

Man I don’t give a fuck etc.

Actually I do care
Track Name: Pony Tale
“Ay this is G-Easy
and you’re tuned into
da sounds of
Jack The Ripper"

“Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat"

She said, 'yeah, I like it how you’re flowing there'
But your hair would look good in a pony tail
I said I’m only real, no phony deals
You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale

'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine

I could tell a horse story if you spend the time

She said, 'yeah, I like it when you hold me there

And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail'

Fuck a pony tale I got a horse story
I stay with a lady like her First Corgi
That’s the queen's bitch, and I mean it
Her female dog - no allegory

Mad different words? well I’m thesaur-y
East side nerd, wicked Star Warsy
Used to ride horses, got around the courses
But Ambitions Az A ridah, thats Pac’s story

So me I’m tryinga rap, she felling Jack's tracks
She down with Eminem, and Sylvia Plath
Put the chicks to bed, hit up that gas
She don’t wanna laugh, all she do is gasp

Damn he too deep, that’s what she said
I just know his poetry is going to hell
I bet you hope to see me there, with my brand new hair
Tellin' pony tales

She said, ‘yeah, I like it how you’re flowing there'
But your hair would look good in a pony tail
I said, I’m only real, no phony deals
You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale

'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine

I could tell a horse story if you spend the time

She said, 'yeah, I like it when you hold me there

And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail'

Cunning linguist, dexterous digits
And my hair do, just extra did it
I’m overdone, the only one
To blow her away, though she expected it

She said, 'Shut up boy, ‘cause I read ya lyrics
I don’t think these other mutherfcukers here can hear it'
Wait? Did you say hair? Ain't it great? Do you feel it?
They condition me to be fake not realest, uh

Cause it’s all about appearance
bet the catcher in the rye called me phony
I know the way my flow go so fearless
But they tryinga tie me down like a pony

Half a hundred shades of gray no right or wrong
She said it's about getting experience
New chick said that she 'like my pony tale'
I said, trick you ain’t even hear it

She said 'yeah, I like it how you’re flowing there

But your hair would look good in a pony tail'
I said, I’m only real, no phony deals
You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale

'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine
I could tell a horse story if you spend the time

She said, 'yeah, I like it how you hold me there

And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail'

Great expectations, from my age of innocence
Every girl that I dated I was playing to finish with
Did the love diminish? it's the tale of two cities
When we should be in the same, dang, that's a true pity

Had the best of times, had the worst of times
If what we had was wrong, girl it was worth the crime
And punishment. I tried to have fun wit it
Put aside my pride and prejudice, I need none of it

Quit the love letter rhetoric, I read none of it
And don’t read into my poetic shit, I mean none of it
You want a sweet boy and strong man, I’ll be none of it
I’m sick of tryinga change for her demands, just be done wit it

It’s like I’m tryinga fit into a story
As if it’s already all written
When I should just be living
But I guess I thought it'd be a little different

She said 'yeah, I like it how you flow in there

But your hair would look good in a pony tail'
I said, I’m only real, no phony deals
You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale

'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine
I could tell a horse story if you spend the time

She said, 'yeah, I like it how you hold me there

And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail'

Yeah
Track Name: 2020 Hindsight
“What up?
It’s ya boy YG
and you’ tunt in
to the homie
Jack The Ripper
400."

“Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat"

2020 Hindsight
I wish I coulda showed ya
2020 Hindsight
I wish you coulda seen
2020 Hindsight
I wish I coulda told ya
2020 Hindsight
What you could have been

When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws
Like, 'I shoulda knew that,' I was trippin hence the falls
I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older
2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya

…...I wish I coulda showed ya
Before that great depression of your thirties got a hold of ya
Take ya down town, to show ya the end of the road for ya
Shoulda lived you life and just been happy, wish I told ya

Fuck that, I need fame now
I want radio plays that make em say wow
I wanna play to crowds, in Chinese arenas
Signing Co.Z philanthropy agreements

Like swoosh... but I got funds no profit
Mommy's hedgefund shoulda got me into Harvard
Business. But I drove different, retarded
Cause more artists fail than there are to get started

Count it, check 1 2, hit the lime light
Jack of Co.Z, now I got my time right
So you gunna hear me, cause I got my mind right
See it all clearly in 2020 hindsight

2020 Hindsight, wish I coulda been successful
But I put stress on myself, and then it all ends depressed and regretful

When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws
Like I shoulda knew that, I was trippin hence the fall
I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older
2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya

Sometimes I don't believe in the future
My pleasure's leaking suffering I think I need some sutures
Shoulda told the kids in Connecticut, 'there's someone coming to shoot ya'
Shoulda told the shooter, 'sorry society rudely bruised ya'

But apologies rejected, yes, that should be expected
It's set that the one that kills is killed, yet we call it corrective
Possibilities deflected, broken precedence respected
I'm a carcass of regrets which I've collected and erected

And how'm I helping the planet?
I don't understand it
My life is great, but I fight with hate
Daily, how do y'all manage?

Shoulda known better, kept the girl in love
Used my manners
I blame me in the past
'Fuck you Jack, I wish you planned this

I wish I coulda Known'
2020 Hindsight
I wish you coulda seen
2020 Hindsight
I wish I coulda told ya
2020 Hindsight
What you could have been
I wish you coulda seen

When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws
Like I shoulda knew that, I was trippin hence the fall
I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older
2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya

When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws
Like I shoulda knew that, I was trippin hence the fall
I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older
2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya
Track Name: Dark Spark (featuring Haviland Stillwell)
Living in the dark
Tryinga' shed a little bit of light
Everybody got a big bark
I'm just worried one of them is gon' bite
Society is tearing me apart
Can't remember when I started this fight

“Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat"

I feel like I've been living in the dark
Tryinga shed a little bit of light
Everybody got a big bark
I'm just worried one of them is gon' bite
Society is tearing me apart
Can't remember when I started this fight
I feel like I've been living in the dark
Can you be the spark to bring me to the light?

"Will you be my Spark?
‘Steada tearing’ me apart
We’re stuck here in the darK
Will you be my Spark?"

Everybody bringing me down
But I'm worried that it's really just me
I'm a whisper in a world full of sound
It feels like no one listens, it feels like no one sees

All they do is study, count, chase, want, need
They don't ever think, plan, wait, or take heed
Me I find myself somewhere lost in between
Cautionsly impulsive with altruistic greed

I should be out grindin, but I’m here rapping
Wouldn’t even make that much if my shit went platinum
And if it’s for the fame most won’t even know I happened
And if it’s for the passion why aren’t I always glad then?

Did John Lennon imagine, his fame would get him shot?
Did Jack Kennedy really need the drop top?
Does my pessimism need to take a pit stop?
Or if I let it in would I just be right a whole lot?

"Will you be my Spark?
‘Steada tearing’ me apart
We’re stuck here in the darK
Will you be my Spark?

Bring me to the light
I believe you this time
Throw up my fears
And I won’t bark and I won’t bite
Be my Spark..."

Tryinga get outta of slump, tryinga get a bump,
tryinga get a rise
Look into my eyes, I ain’t tryinga stunt, I ain’t tryinga front
I’m tryinga get high

Make um say 'uh, damn a crakah fly,
but if he talking junk, I’ma ask a crackah why'
I ain’t gunna lie, just to tell em what they want
Santa ain’t alive, guess the Fam lied huh?

Who you gon trust? Trust in beauty
Do what you must, don’t adjust to their duties
But don’t act rudely, slutty nor prudely
It’s hard to find the middle like the way is hidden to me

The light is unruly, the dark is kinda racist
The world they go and show to me, I really can’t take it
Lucky if I make it, before I fall apart
Divided thus I take both the light and the dark
Spark

"Dark Spark
Spark
Dark Spark"
Track Name: Gotta Do (featuring Jack McCrack)
They tell me what I gotta do
But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do
So just do you, and I'ma do me too
I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do

Life comes at ya in chapters, there's fears, tears, and there's laughter
Days and weeks they flow past ya, sometimes the years they go faster
All along the way we dream, to end up happily ever after
But we can't agree on what pleasure is and it ends up in disaster

The Rabbi hates the Pastor, the Pastor wanna be pope
Both of em deal religion, like fake rappers claim to deal dope
And then we got the CEOs, sucking up all that coke
Everybody got vices, are we real about it? Nope

They tell me what I gotta do

But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do
So just do you, and I'ma do me too
I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do

They tell me what I gotta do

But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do
So just do you, and I'ma do me too
I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do

We already do what we do, cause that's all we know how to
But we only tell half the facts, cause we don't wanna show whats true
I only ever know about me, and I don't ever think that I'm you
But I wonder why you never try to see another way or walk in someone else's shoes

The things you think are rude, might be misinterpreted
So when you're rude to me I brush that off and fucking work with it
Then when you act a jerk with it, I know to walk away
I ain't interested in bullshit, but have a nice day

They tell me what I gotta do

But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do
So just do you, and I'ma do me too
I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do

They tell me what I gotta do

But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do
So just do you, and I'ma do me too
I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do

All I do is spit verses, throw these beat in herses
Practice, bring it back, practice practice till i'm spittin trap shit perfect
But I ain't deal no drugs, well okay, but not that much though
All I wanna do is spit truth no bullshit so you ain't gotta flush yo

Hating oh Jack, shush prick, I'm trying bring rap justice
Intellegent lyrics, ignanat beats, in yo brain till it's stuck bitch
Everybody gotta be honest to themselves or end up lonely
Ignant on the beat, with Jack McCrack and Jack of Co.Z
Track Name: Capital Punishment (featuring Ill Chill & Licki Ucroj)
Capital Punishment
Payin my taxes
While they're aiming at black kids

They say you pay for protection
But what have they done with it
Get protected if you're rich
Make the poor kids run for it

But they make them pay taxes, capital punishment
Hit em with the gatz that the taxes bought aim at black kids heart
That's capital punishment

I be in the benz that my momma bought me

Must be pissing that cop that caught me
But I’ll be getting off cause I’ll pay that court fee
And they were all impressed by the college that taught me

But it ain’t about class though, right?
And it couldn’t be the fact that I’m white?
Seemed like a black kid get's killed every night
Cause society convinced the damn cop he's a fright

I pay my taxes, wouldn’t win the fight
‘gainst the IRS, that government might
Send cops to my door, long arm of the law
That gang I pay for, say it aint gang life

The police gang of america
Ms13 *psh* they ain’t fucking scared of ya
Lucky I’m Irish and white
My uncles a hibernian cop, but dey aint even heard of ya

Careful bout your race, they may murder ya
It isn’t just the southern cops now that play dirtier
It’s not just about race, but it is about wrong
Been years in the making the life they serving ya

And all I do is make songs
Go ahead sing along
Click like, repost
Let life carry on

They way they treating these kids
Get em tortured like folks
While the crackah spitting this shit
Still just makin jokes

But I don’t really know
I can just watch
How it it feels to live in fear
of the mutherfucking cops
Track Name: Pop (Trap Funeral) (featuring Zoë of Co.Z)
Hashtag trap funeral, Twitter said you died
T.I. teared up, and Rick Ross strait cried
It musta been the hats, guess they got too high
With my bass real low, the day trap beats died
The shit went pop, so RIP to trap
Wait a second, call a doctor, tell the DJ bring it back

The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop
Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop
The artists don't die, they just fly the top
And then they go pop, but long live hip hop

I remember where I was the day hip hop died
Pirate Bay downloading Nas' album online
I don't know where I was the first day that we met though
That was before everybody wanted to play with techno

Hip hop and tech had a baby named dup step
Hip hop's li ttle brother's fame was about to come next
Strait up out the drug nest, always on some high hats
Trap Music, take some 808, apply rap

With some Slow flow, and some simple punches
And you people eat it up, mmm scrumptious
But big business beat it up, for money for they lunches
The radio plays it, got bitches panties up in bunches

So the people that knew said it was dead
But the truth is that money just made it change instead
Big business could never make real hip hop flop
But if you hear it on the radio or TV it popped

The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop
Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop
The artists don't die, they just fly the top
And then they go pop, but long live hip hop

Why do we love P O P
Gee ee tea sea oh dot zee

Reach for the top, you might go pop
But stay true and you, you'll make no money when your tape drops
But is it their fault? It's probably mine
Because I still play trap beats all of the time

We work hard, play easy, hoes pop, pimps slap
See a rapper, there's a crackah making money in back
And you know that ain't right, unless they deserve that
I rap it, but the hype man might be why you have heard Jack

But when it's a label, you're a horse in their stable
And they shoot you as soon as you seem you're lame or disabled
And the tell you a fable, sell you your own soul
So now you're in their pocket and they need you to blow

And then they make say no homo
And shit to sell on clothes Y O L O
I wanna get to the top, so I can make it all stop
But I bet I'll forget about it if my shits pops, pops

The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop
Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop
The artists don't die, they just fly the top
And then they go pop, but long live hip hop

Why do we love P O P
G E T C O dot Z
Track Name: Downer Getting' High
“Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat"

Jack The Ripper
East Coast shit
& Down Under
Shout out Bathurst
You know, you know
Hanh

They’re comfortable with ignorance
Countries of indifference, ignorant of hinderance
Like “um, that’s not a word”
But you know what I was saying crackah who’s being absurd

Here. Stopped goin to class up in my third year
Still got a degree and now I’m chilling spitting words, cheers
But they don’t want the wordy theories that the nerds hear
Like Dead Prez or Lupe, dumb down for thei'r word fear

...Suck a teeth, what an arrogant prick
You learn more culture than school, so I ain’t hearing that shit
That you only know lots, if you don’t blow rocks
Y’all won’t know don’t rip a bong without clearing that shit

'Crackah what you talkin bout?' DJ Unkly walk it out
The value to education, privatized? chalk it out
Cause they killed it, corporations real rich
While the Banks real dicks, students loan real thick

Ones playing college sports like bitches for mic vick
An intern isn’t a whore, ones paid to like dick
But yo I like quit, cause my mom’s like rich
So I sit around and spit bullshit like this

Hop, um...to the mutherfucking hip
I’m hear to Jack hip hop from that Iggy white bitch
She be like “Uhh but this isn’t mine
And why’d you call me a bitch?” society likes the rhyme

Listen Iggy we both from Down Under
Or like, Europe, if they really start to wonder
But shout out to rift valley, Africa
Our common ancestors probably laughed it up

Adam and Eve had incestuous babies
I got whiteness from my parents, like rabies
Nah I’m being crazy...
Nah I’m prolly playing, nope i'm inbred
Imbedded genes and insanity up in my head

Buzzfeed told me I should be watching for my dread
Facebook newsfeed frightens me nightly to bed
Did you see what they said?

I’m a vampire, among rapists
Say I mighta stole that
Say I may take this
If i got carte blanche, than I’d rather go and brake this
Other crackah benefiting from his race and fake shit

Cop shooting black kids and now I see thei'r faces
But never legislation preventing or replacing
The peoples and the issues thus forever in rotation
If I say I can’t take it, I still escaped unscathed kid

Amazing, this crackah’s aware, but still complacent
Comfortably raping in his studio, prolly blazing
Jacking rap from blacker kids like cultural invasion
But stealing culture is my culture, so that's preservation

Right?
Why you raping bout this?
We aint comfortable with topics we don’t like
You Ignant?
Track Name: Uncomfortable Inignorance
East Coast shit
Down Under

They’re comfortable with ignorance
Countries of indifference, ignorant of hinderance
Like “um, that’s not a word”
But you know what I was saying crackah who’s being absurd

Here. Stopped goin to class up in my third year
Still got a degree and now I’m chilling spitting words, cheers
But they don’t want the wordy theories that the nerds hear
Like Dead Prez or Lupe, dumb down for their word fear

...Suck a teeth, what an arrogant prick
You learn more culture than school, so I ain’t hearing that shit
That you only know lots, if you don’t blow rocks
Y’all won’t know don’t rip a bong without clearing that shit

Crackah what you talkin bout? DJ Unkly walk it out
The value to education, privatized? chalk it out
Cause they killed it, corporations real rich
While the Banks real dicks, students loan real thick

Ones playing college sports like bitches for mic vick
An intern isn’t a whore, ones paid to like dick
But yo I like quit, cause my mom’s like rich
So I sit around and spit bullshit like this

Hop, um, to the mutherfucking hip
I’m hear to Jack hip hop from that Iggy white bitch
She be like “Uhh but this isn’t mine
And why’d you call me a bitch?” society likes the rhyme

Listen Iggy we both from down under
Or like, Europe if they really start to wonder
But shout out to rift valley, Africa
Our common ancestors probably laughed it up

Adam and Eve had incestuous babies
I got whiteness from my parents, like rabies
Nah I’m being crazy...
Nah I’m prolly playing, nope i'm inbred
Imbedded genes and insanity up in my head

Buzzfeed told me I should be watching for my dread
Facebook newsfeed frightens me nightly to bed
Did you see what they said?

I’m a vampire, among rapists
Say I mighta stole that
Say I may take this
If i got carte blanche, than I’d rather go and brake this
Other crackah benefiting from his race and fake shit

Cop shooting black kids and now I see their faces
But never legislation preventing or replacing
The peoples and the issues thus forever in rotation
If I say I can’t take it, I still escaped unscathed kid

Amazing, this crackahs aware, but still complacent
Comfortably raping in his studio, prolly blazing
Jacking rap from blacker kids like cultural invasion
But stealing culture is my culture, so that's preservation

Right?

Why you raping bout this?
We aint comfortable with topics we don’t like
You Ignant?