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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: Kush Aquarium
This beat is Gripp's, he's my rap Jedi master
He turned me to a poet, didn't know I was a bastard
I'm a bad seed, and Gripp, he's the one who planted him
And you know Obi-wan had some big plans for Anakin
But don't start panicin', cause I ain't Vader yet
Waiting for my Sidious to sign me when he plays this shit
But I ain't made it yet, well not the whole way
It's Jack of Co.Z, Kush & Snow Day
Flowing, feeling like I'm swimming in aquariums
Trying a get a Gripp, as the patrons keep staring in
My sounds seem submerged so I'm blaring em
Lungs need some air in em, samples I ain't clearing em
So you can sue me bitch, check out how I'm doing this
You're prolly jealous cause I took your song and fucking ruined it
'Cause now they'd rather hear my rhymes than your wack lines
Like I'm trying to take your vehicle, bitch it's Jack time
So blow a phat line, or roll a thick J
Or just get high on life, it's Kush & Snow Day
Me, I'll be wu banging, cocaina in my blunt
Tryin not to let it kill me, 'cause I think that living's fun
Now that was positive, but this a mixtape
You'll catch me claiming that I'm hottest and your shit's fake
Now you all relate, or you can take a dick
J A C K, you're gunna love this shit
Track Name: Co.Z Monster (featuring Butch, Gripp & Licki Ucroj)
Co.Z, blow me, listen to my homies
All of them will tell you I'm a mutherfucking monster
High on ganj, you a rapper, I'ma crunch ya
And even if you kill me all my songs are here to haunt ya
I'm hot shit hot shit like poop up in a lava pit
The second that hear that wack line, they'll be loving it
And I'll be on that new new, I'm doing me, she do me too
You and ya crew be booing me, I laugh it up, like "who are you?"
I ain't heard you rap enough to diss you yet, you'll have to wait
You should hear my other tapes, people tell me Jack is great
And I heard he's white, damn right, that's a shark attack
Be a bitch and bite my lines and try to be bold and bark em back
You'll get a fucking heart attack, trying to be rapping at Jack's speed
While I'm blunt riding, Wu Banging, mixing coke with weed
Kush & SnowDay, ain't no hope for me
Psyche I'm a monster, getting an ivy league degree
Flowing like I'm major leagues under the sea
Lucky cause my mommy made some money now she funding me
That's 100 and I'm never fronting so you best believe
I'ma kill the fucking instrumental 'for you catch the beat
Even when I set it free, see I keep the flow locked
And my lady's name ain't Nina but I keep my hoe cocked
So fire, spitting flames, so hot, your flows not
Like teaching Hov to make a label, let me show you how to Roc
...And I can just stop
And it's still a better verse than you'll ever fucking drop
So go and write it down, C O dot Z
And I'm sorry that you got unlucky, and you're not me
But it's not free, see I worked for this shit
But now it only takes an hour to throw a verse on this bitch
Call the hearse, get it quick, flat lined, bag zipped
Toe tagged, that's it, now you know what rap is
Oooh who the fuck is that kid?
Jack the Ripper from Co.Z, a monster at this, you're a bitch
Track Name: Jackin' Beatz (featuring Mikey Breeze, Gripp & Ruff)
I be jack'n beats, welcome to Kush & Snow Day
C O dot Z, Co.Z is here to fucking stay
Short for Company ZoJa, made of myself and Zoë
The haters be claiming he lame, but they don't know Jack, they don't know me
I be jack'n beats here with Mikey Breeze and Gripp
Representing Co.Z like a mutherfucking clique
Haters call us constipated, we don't give a shit
Co.Z bout to blow, PAUSE, you can suck a dick
Jack a beat, jack a flow, never jack a swagger though
Jack a line, jack a rhyme, add my own and bag it yo
Calling Jack a faggot? Fine, while you whine I jack your hoe
Caucasian skin tone got a fat package though
Yeah, jack it hoe, but fuck the head, I'm going in
Back it up and drop, I'll pop it, hit the shower, go again
The way your flowers flowing we go need a boat like Noah and them
The way this rappers doing it he should be shown to Hov and Em
To get a record deal, I jack a beat and wreak and kill
Till Young Money can sign the querky crackah with the sex appeal
Keep the change, the the money ain't the motive
I'm already stunting like my mommy, ain't ya noticed
To hate is hopeless, Co.Z staying focussed 
Zoe and me, be speaking in magic tongues hocus pocus  
So while I'm chillin with a 5 star bitch
You can put me iTunes and 5 star this
Track Name: Dog Momma (featuring Ruff)
Ima cat daddy, pussy parental
I Gore Bush, presidential
First the bed rock, then i go bomb her
She get on her knees, so I dog mama

That's a nice cat, I would probably harm her
Get her wet, make her sweat and plow her like a farmer
You might need some armour, I don't mean a condom
You'll need a sponge, and trap for my anaconda

Yeah you heard me warn her, but she ain't heed it
Vic picked the bitches but it's pussy that I'm beatin
Freakin, tweakin, greasein', squeakin
Eatin even if I'm going vegan for the weekend

The feline leakin, the k9 deep in
If they ain't on my dick, what are they speakin?
'Cause my rhymes are a beacon of big shit popin
U haters with ur lil dicks, stop it

Doc susse, hop on pop it pringles
Goin down, basement, then top it, shingles
Chillin with these bitches like Jack, mingle
Smash that shit till it stings when you tinkle

Ima cat daddy, pussy parental
I Gore Bush, presidential
First the bed rock, then i go bomb her
She get on her knees, so I dog mama

Dog mama dog dog mama
Jack The Ripper going doggystyle on her
Track Name: Teach Me How To Mixtape (featuring The Bond Girl & The Mad Psyentist)
They say "Jack," I say 'what?' –"can you teach me how to mix it?" 'Okay'

But if you got a whack flow I can't fix it (No way)
I'm fluent with screwwing it, frequently I twist it
Then I chop chop it, ch chop ch chop it up the sickest

First I hit up hipstrumentals.com
Trying to find a club banger cause I'm fitting to drop a bomb
So I go and picked the Dougie cause you know it was a hit
And I ain't fucking withcha dougie, but ye ain't fucking with this….shit

Then I go and find a topic that fits it
And I don't know how to dougie but I know how to mix it
I'm gifted like that sleigh that's pulled by Doner and Blitzen
Tell em Co.Z is my company we get down to business

It's 2 in the morning do you know where you're kids is
I got this beat on repeat until the flowing is vicious
I mumble a melody and then discover the lyrics
I'm like [da-dum da dada da da sum] and then i suddenly hear

0:56
With me finger to the keyboard, digitally ink it
Then I switch the flow until you don't know how drink it
Down, leave a track drowned, sinking
Now I got these haters like wow, blinking

Fuck were you thinking, fuck were you drinking
If jealousy was smelly you'd be stinking, fool
If you don't know me, you should get Co.Z
Last year I was on the brink of cool

Where the fuck you I'm at now?
I deserve a pat on the back but I'm busy laying muthafucking tracks down
Crackah never back down go attack Jack
Drop a 18 wheeler on your back, lay a mack down

Smack down, throwing flack for you all to catch
Throw a rap on your beat, who's next
I'll teach you how to mix tape, but if all your shit's fake
I can guarantee that you'll fail the test

1:41
They be telling me "Jack," I say what, "can you teach me how to mix it?" Okay
But if you got a whack flow I can't fix it (No way)
I'm fluent with screwwing it, frequently I twist it
Then I chop chop it, ch chop ch chop it up the sickest


Got the LogicPro, but you can probably rip it
Find the torrent online download it and unzip it
If you need a serial key you can just use mine
f 274 pvh 205

pze 374 vwp
170 rtn ekb
***** then you sign it up as me
Name Jack Ripper, organization Company Z

Yeah that's Co.Z homey
That can get you Logic Pro, but good luck with adobe
I be on a roll, can't a mutherfucker hold me
Back from learning every program anyone has shown me

Prezi for my resume, rocking new media
Powerpoints a dinosaur, I hit it with a meteor
For most these mutherfuckers the technologies impeding ya
It only makes me speedier, less needy but much greedier

The beef is getting meatier, but I ain't trying fight ya
If I did I'd be defeating ya, burn ya like a light
I am not a biter, I write for myself and other
And mix my own god damn tracks muthafuckah

Taught myself to do it, thanks a bit to Gripp
And a bit to Goggle, cause I ask them random shit
The fans love it, but these other rapper prolly pretty pissed
Cause they could never do it like this, so Co.Z

They be telling me "Jack," I say what, "can you teach me how to mix it?" Okay
But if you got a whack flow I can't fix it (No way)
I'm fluent with screwwing it, frequently I twist it
Then I chop chop it, ch chop ch chop it up the sickest
Track Name: Jack City (featuring Jack McCrack)
Jack Jack City Bitch
Jack Jack Jack City Bitch
Jack, Jack Jack Jack City Bitch

Jack City bitch, Jack Jack City bitch
I'm the bad boy running it, Diddy shit
Benzoylmethylecgonine and thc, I'm hitting it
McCrack got the pcp and lsd it vivid shit

DMT from DC, you know what I widdle with
Dibble baddle in a bit of that and a bit of this
Acting I like run my fucking block, watchu fitting get
MDMA out in EG I'm distributing it

Freelance pharamucticals, call it illegitimate
But Jack city rules apply anywhere I'm living in
And yeah I made em up, but I'm tell the cops that
I'll use Cash to attack you in a way you're not strapped

Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
Benzoylmethylecgonine and thc, hit it bitch
Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
MDMA PCP n DMT get shitty bitch


Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
Benzoylmethylecgonine and thc, hit it bitch
Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
XTC n PCP n LSD get shitty bitch

I'm not a mutafucking star
My mommy paid for the car
And she'll pay the lawyer, when I take it too far
And I hit you with vehicular manslaughtar

Leave ya on the blvrd, ape tar tar, raw shit
Crackah with the type of money I could run all this
Awww, all other these other crackah rapper mix shitty discs
The Ripper and McCrack run it, Jack city bitch

[McCrack Verse]


Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
Benzoylmethylecgonine and thc, hit it bitch
Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
MDMA PCP n DMT get shitty bitch


Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
Benzoylmethylecgonine and thc, hit it bitch
Jack City Bitch Jack Jack City Bitch
XTC n PCP n LSD get shitty bitch


I will Jack your beat, and I will Jack your flow
But I won't jack you're whip, and I won't jack ya hoe
And I would Jack your rhymes, but they're all whack though
I got better fucking shit coming out my ass hole

Kick em out the back door, cause they already know
Jack Jack dat shit, and they put on a better show
Bitches jealous cause my mommy got money and gimme dough
How you 18 and broke, you should already hoe

Fuck diamond platinum silver and gold
Build Jack City China, a billion sold
Jack City in India and all over the globe
Online you can visit wherever you go

Providence to Honolulu Jack City on a roll
If you cross Jack City you gon have to pay the toll
I got goons, ninja, heininas and a troll
From Taipei to Boston to Bamako


How many songs you got?
How many likes you got?
How many fans you got?
How many mics you got?

How many tapes you got?
How many lines you got?
How many rhymes you got?
How much time you got?
Track Name: Mr. Me Three (featuring Doze One & Jack McCrack)
Mr. Me Too



2:10
You don't know Jack, Get Co.Z
Crackahs hear the shit but they don't see how slick the flow be
They don't ever hear it, they ears is too mopey
Honkey go stupid, crackah flow dopey



I'ma white rapper, yeah me too
Claiming that they colorblind, and they don't see hue
Tell em go back burbs crackah we don't need you
Eminem and Slug are fine but we don't even need two



If it ain't about race, it's prolly about class
You can judge me how you want, but I'ma judge you by your facts
What I think is true is waxxed, that's recorded onto tracks
soundcloud.com back slash getjacked



I don't have a fade, thought about braids
Yeah me too, it was a five minute phase
I say what I feel like and do what I say
And you might just think I'm booshie, but I'm true in every phrase, ok?



Stay blazed playing music every day, me too
Started writing then recorded what I'd say, me too
Teamed with Zoë going live get Co.Z, my crew
Who kills it? Like a wedding tell the bitch I do


Rude, on my Kanye shit, grab a mic
I bet you want I write, have a bite
I'm hot enough to fuck your mom last night
Got the bro's like "oh, burn" I ignite


I'm just exercising the hemisphere on the right of my brain
And thus you might not be liking what I am writing or saying
But I'm just practicing editing, flowing, rhyming, mixing and music
And that's to blame for how legit that this tune is


Finish him, beats mortally wounded
In some pussy fresh up out the womb type newness
Co.Z and most you haters prolly can't do this
With your Mr. Me Too type boo shit
WHAT
Track Name: Dear Whoever The Whatever
Dear Whoever the Creator, I'm glad that you killed yourself
Everything is suffering and suicide should really help
Mr Based God, I think its best you go next
Time to write valuable rhymes word to your rolex

OOoo that's an expensive time piece
Worth 10 bricks an 8 ball and a 9 piece
A bird and fish for Rick Ross, looking well fed
Fat Joe is dating Jenny Craig, getting swell head

Weightwatchers, how many points is a cumshot
Not a ton, but check how many Nicki Minaj's bum got
YMCMBIMCO.Z Co.Z
Sign me on the dot, I'm less pussy than OVOB

Awwwww sorry Drake, did I hurt you're feelings?
I think you're good at rapping...why weren't you on no ceilings?
That's like a slap to the face from Wayne
To do that he'd probably need a fucking harness and a crane

Cause he's little. No offense. By the way, Tinie Tempah
Do the ladies call you really tiny tempah in the wintah
Wiz Khalifa was good, smoked a lot, now he forgets
Is Dr Dre still playing the game, I think he left

Headphones aren't Detox
Rich rappers only want money, please stop
Invest in making shit hot, you don't need stocks
But they want what the crackahs with their suppression and greed got

YMCMB I M C O dot Z Co.Z
BET N MTV R gunna get to know me
CBS N ABC N CNN R phoney
WTF LOL TTYL homie


THC MDMA N coke up in my dome piece
PCP N DMT N LSD R holy
U should use em wisely, they could leave you lonely
Or show you that you hardly know yourself, so you don't know me

If I met Rihanna, I'd be like "what's your name?"
Oh nana or something, let's collab so I get fame
The I'd ask her "can I hit it?" and shit'd get all tense
Chris Brown is innocent, that was self defense

It's cool to smack a bitch right?
RIP to Pimp C, it's worth it for mixed sprite
RIP to Mike Jack, it's worth it for a shit life
RIP to talented rhyming, no one does it anymore

Is this the fucking hook again? I'm just gonna ignore
I gotta admit it, Jay-Z, I'm kinda fucking bored
With your lame rhymes recently and bank account stored
Off shore. Be a stay at home Dad when Bs on tour K?

Black People in Paris, that shit was cray
Ball So Hard you forgot you're a rapper and you don't really play
He owns a team though, I own only today
And somebody might come in and just take that all away

BTW whatever Kanye
I don't really need to diss you anyway
Cause you're cray-z, but maybe
Since I make GOOD music you should pay me
Track Name: Nobody Signed Us (featuring Gripp & Jack McCrack)
Welcome to the rap show, doubters get a Gripp or get Jacked yo
I don't mean I'll be rob you, better watch out for McCrack though
I'll follow you on Twitter but I'll never follow that flow
Sorry, it's performance, and you need a better act hoe
Get you track blown back WOAH, this is Jack the Ripper
With some phat new rap shit
And you can't follow Jack bitch rhyme scheme drastic
I'll melt you fake flow and all you lines cause their plastic
Acting like a bastard, my friends even hate it
Cause they know I kill a beat, get in a flow as if we dated
Then I dump it unfaded, haters'd hate it if I made it
Cause I'm crazy and their girlfriend'll prolly dig me naked
And thats a bad combo, you may guess I prolly wouldn't act right
Beat a pussy leave it looking like it lost a cat fight
Jack the Ripper spitting flows sicker cause yeah I rap tight
It doesn't even rhyme, but honkeys thats fine
Welcome to the rap show, doubters get a Gripp or get Jacked yo
I don't mean I'll be rob you, better watch out for McCrack though
Company Z and couple rhymers, show you suckers what good line is
And still nobody signed us
Track Name: That's All We Have (featuring Zoë of Co.Z)
(Uh) Now let me start by saying I don't like hip hop
I listen to country alt and lite rock
(Really Ja?) Psyche, not! Co.Z make the mic rock
You don't like it? Unlike Mikey, well then suck on my cock

No but really please don't, fuck your STDs hoe
Wrap it up, I'm here to rap and show that Co.Z mean flow
Tell your homies we dope, less they the police though
Got a warrant for arrest for Jacking these beats yo

Now I'm whipping around town, ye ain't ever seen this
Ja is the freshest, Zo is the cleanest
Hotter than venus, crazy like mercury
Bigger than Jesus, haters stop irking me

Flow unearthly, extra terrestrial
Y'all are free challenge but I bet I'll best you
I'ma do me, and if it's better than the rest of you
I'm shitting on you bitches let m e bring it to the restroom

WOW! are there any questions?
HOW? my mind and my mic my mouth
To the haters flow hit em like BLOW
To the hoes I'ma hit em like a PLOW

That's farmly dude, narly, swag surf in armani suits
Barley got you drunk, well pardon you
Jealous cause I got green like a garden do

Now Get Co.Z, dont be hating yet if you don't fucking know me
We're a team, but I'm nothing like Zoë
We gleam, mutherfuckers said show me
And now know so mutherfucker get Co.Z


Dont be hating yet if you don't fucking know me
We're a team, but I'm nothing like Zoë
We gleam, mutherfuckers said show me
And now you know


Step up in this bitch any time night or day
Get Co.Z with the beats, write then rhyme right away
White on moms side, crazy all around, half Chinese
And you think you can compete with Zoë, hapa please


Rap with ease, sing better, and I act my fucking ass off
Sparking in the kitchen, Plath better turn the gass off
(Boom) Co.Z blast off, someone start the countdown
5 4 3 2 1 and it's bout time that we've been found now