1. |
Start It From The Top
02:48
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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...)
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2. |
Net Work
04:50
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(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)
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3. |
I'm Stupid
02:17
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(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
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4. |
With You All The Time
02:35
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(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)
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5. |
All Gold Portfolio
03:07
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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.
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6. |
Kiss My Eyes
01:33
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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...
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7. |
BF (featuring NDGO)
03:42
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[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]
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8. |
Bad Lyrics
03:51
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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...
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9. |
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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
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10. |
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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
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11. |
Red Version on Game Boy
03:29
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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...
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12. |
Vanna, Lucy, Mary & Jane
02:11
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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..
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13. |
Steve Jobs
04:20
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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..
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14. |
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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*
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15. |
Queenloverbutnohomo
02:05
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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...
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16. |
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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...
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17. |
Dedication
03:10
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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
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18. |
Doubt Me
02:14
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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
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19. |
Depressing & Mad
02:30
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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
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20. |
U.A.E.N.O.D.A.B.C.Z
02:47
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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...
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21. |
Flowpourri
04:46
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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
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22. |
Rap Resume
02:57
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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...
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23. |
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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
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24. |
Darksaber
02:42
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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
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25. |
Sex Musek
02:44
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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
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26. |
Freestyle 4'33"
04:44
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27. |
C.O.Z.
02:21
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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
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28. |
Unruly
02:13
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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
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29. |
Burn
02:58
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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
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30. |
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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]
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31. |
Leagues
04:00
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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...
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Jack of Co.Z Los Angeles, California
Jack of Co.Z is the rapper half of the Co.Z duo.. Some of Jack of Co.Z's work is on original instrumentals, much is datpiff mixtape style rap. Jack also produces as CompanyZ, and as part of Cabana Beach, and is half of Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist. ... more
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