I'm Co.Z, you don't know me, don't know Zoë
You don't owe me an explanation, and we don't owe thee
Oh we just gon' break it into that vernacular?
Alas, everything is just a code, but it's spectacular

I show it when I rap at ya, the code is just a medium
The words and beats and background noise and all thats in between of em
It's elementary, periodic theories
Yeah it's all just religion but I see it and I hear it

And it calms me, cause even if the haters harm me
I'm glad I'm not a plant and mutherfuckers don't farm me
And honestly, I'm glad we can make tunes
Co.Z, going to be blowing up like boom


Then we hit you like smack, lyrics something like a slap
Or a punch, or a bat, or a gat going blat
See a gat spits lead, I spit what's in my head
And that's a bunch of atoms, and will still be when I'm dead

And my lines live on, and my rhymes stand strong
As long, as something's remembering my songs
If what I say offends you, blame it on semantics
'Cause if I say I'm panicking I might not mean I'm frantic

If you don't understand it, then you just proved me right
My writing's full of antics, word coded delight
I switch them up and mean something before I hit the mic
But it might change when it hits your brain and that's alright

Yes I'm quite strange, but that's a value judgment 
It's relative, you hate it, but your girlfriend loves it
I'm telling ya. I made it, but we create it in Company
No fronting, you're creating me right now as you are bumping me


I know your brain is struggling, try to keep it up with me
Or down with me, if you decided that you are above of me
I'm still gonna be frowning if you say you aren't in love with me
Pain is still pain, ugly shit is still ugaly

Gross...re-re-rearrange the matter
Think like me and you'll know eating atoms makes you fatter
Think like me and you'll decide if fatter could be better
Who should makes the rules? You. Go and do whatever

Physics might not let ya though, or might just make you deader
But you're the same matter after; atoms lost never
My idea of heaven is in what I leave behind
The memories, the arts, the influence, the rhymes


My body is a tool, my consciousness is Jack
Some call it a soul, some call it an act
Accuracy is relative, and everything is elements
And facts are only facts when repetition proves them relevant

And people go and memorize the data like we're elephants
So we can reference traits of animals just for the hell of it
And so that we can act in ways to help approach our goals
Some complain that life is wrong, I work with what I know

And then I play the system like a mutherfucking pro-
fessional, progressively I learn refine and grow
Now let's repeat the fact that everything is just a code
So stop complaining Oprah when the rappers say hoe


I'd rather be a smart bitch than a stupid lady
People call me Jack whether they love me or they hate me
We should hate the hate, not the tools bring it to you
Take away the guns, they'll find another way to wound you

It's all about making ideological majorities
I put in intricate meter so you stop ignoring me
I'm spitting shit that's leaving spoken poets getting slammed
I show it when I flow it so you know that I'm the man

And I ain't hating I'm just saying you playing me is the plan
Sound waves of opinion, for you to understand
How you see fit, and you don't need to see shit
You can judge it like a crit, others code it as a hit

You agree or disagree its fine with me, I'm chilling
Coming off of shrooms and coke, yeah I'm a villian
Use illegal substance, you know that they can hurt
But they can also show a new experience of earth

Nothing is unnatural, harm can be success
I try to not hurt others, I agree that it is best
To work together, love eachother, learn our different worlds
Collaborate and integrate (I'm talking to the girls)

Wink, no but no but no really though for real
I've only had like 20 years of research in the field
But life is pretty clear, it's clear that it's complex
Sometimes I feel the point of life is just to have sex

[3:32]
.....That's just science and society
The microcosm world of desire and anxiety
Sitting in my dorm room, 4 at night, alone
And I've been told it's wrong to not be bringing home

A pretty little something who implied they want to bone
So now I'm sitting quiet writing thinking of my phone
Who should I text, where should I be, and am I wrong?
I find a beat and I just writewritewrite another song

I escape into the worlds you are hearing of now
Of course I am the king, but in my kingdom no one bows
Unless they see it fit, and then yes I would allow
Even though we know it's silly like the tipping of the cows

I prefer to stand erect, and some woman they've agreed
See now's a week later, and I'm feeling like a steed
'Cause one I wanted to approach, she came up to me
The phenotype implied she had more confident of genes

Believe it being science doesn't mean it didn't gleam
Her mouth emits no light yet her smile still it beams
And this code here is much like that which moves her from her jeans
For me to let her ooze with much excitement at her seams

See_men–don't get excited if you think that you can use
The same lines that you hear in tunes to which you grove
The only reason these may seem to work is 'cause their true
Your body is a middle man for everything and you

Know it's coded, feel your wants and need, and nike
Just Do It, why do it just like me
Honest track, this is Jack, just writing 
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