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Get Co.Z with Company ZoJa's 2010 lineup of soundwaves. Providing only the best cochlea vibrations, this Co.Z artistic demonstration goes great with the inside of your ears, and enjoys being sent around to your friends and family! All sounds on this album were organized into songs by Jack of Co.Z & Zoë Chaos. For morein formation, visit Co-Z.info ...after we finish making that website... for now it's Facebook.

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released 18 September 2012
Created in 2010.
Lyrics and concepts by Zoë Chao & Jack Horkings.
Instrumental production, recording, editing and mixing by Jack.
Additional bassline production by Zoë, Saadi Halil & Alexi Sacco when noted.
Samples provided by Dj. Be.
Temporary album artwork by Jack, photography by S.Carroll.

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Co.Z, originally formed as Company ZoJa in 2008, is a neo new age hip hop rhythm and pop duo made up of two young do-it- yourselfers with an electro trip pop rap sound and image. The pair write, produce, record and mix their own songs, design their own album art work, and have even been know to do photoshoots in the wild. Soon videos will be coming, along with the "Get Co.Z" album for download. ... more

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Track Name: Get Co.Z
Hey hey hey ha, hey hey hey ho
Take it fast, then nice and slow
Zut alor, zut zut alor
Got guts galore, we’re Co.Z for sho’
Drink Veuve Clicquot, then sing too slow
Eat a little bit of veal on a baguette roll
We’re flammable, we’re cramable
Fit in the trunk, got portable funk
A tour de force, got no remorse
‘Cause we eat meat, got to bulk up our seats
We be under covers ‘cause we’re Co.Z
Sitting by the fire with our cheeks all rosy
Oh lalala-la lala-lala
Tra lalala-la fala-lala
Welcome to Jack...
Trying to get big, Co.Z’ll slit up a throat of a veal, just for the protein
Swing as a club would at helpless and slippery seals, and shake like a dope fiend
You’re thinking withdrawal, but really yo we’re just here rolling and rocking to beats
Open your ears, we’ll fit inside them like argyle socks on a feet
Foot
Company Z on the beat
Look
Who could it be?!
If he’s Jack, the other one’s Zoë, then that would be probably me
With an umlaut over the e, me in my sisters culottes
Jack in his dunks or wallabees, coming to stomp your school yard
We be under covers ‘cause we’re Co.Z
Sitting by the fire with our cheeks all rosy
Oh lalala-la lala-lala
Tra lalala-la fala-lala
Travel at mach five, we’re in archives
Under ‘Super Cool’, got collections of knives
Jack’s six-foot-two, attended ten damn schools
Likes arts and crafts, but has too many shoes
Zo Chao in the game, I don’t look the same
Got a bright white mom, but a Chinese name
We’re hooligans, twelve out of ten
It’s him and me, comprising Company Z
The boom and the bap, make a dude want to rap
Screw you who are coming through rude on your tracks
Get Co.Z, as the rhymes mozie on samples
Playing us is cool like having holes in your pants
Got to market, but that don't mean we bark but don't bite
Make the beats, and we write what we record on our own mics
In the booth, but–psyche yo! It's really just my bedroom
Ikea; buy me a lamp that lowers headroom
A plant to go to bed with to wake up with some 02
A couch, tons of cushions, so your peoples all can roll through
(And roll up). The company formally known ZoJa
Is getting down to busy-ness, to rock you like a boulder
Oh know, if you didn't seeing us coming
And you don’t like music, you better start running
Cause woah, woah w'here to strike like a pose
Sup’wit’chu? get to know me and Zoë
It's time to get Co.Z
We be under covers ‘cause we’re Co.Z
Sitting by the fire with our cheeks all rosy
Oh lalala-la lala-lala
Tra lalala-la fala-lala
So Co.Z
Track Name: Supercool
Get Co.Z
"I heard he was awesome, didn't know he was cool"
"I saw him on Thayer street!" "I saw him at school!"
"I saw him in the gallery but think that he's a tool
'Cause he flips his freaking locks like an arrogant fool"
That's my hair, don't be rude, what the heck I do to you?
(It's what I haven't yet done that's got these ladies acting rude)
You're staring don't be scarred boo, run your hands through it
"I need your conditioner…"
Yeah I'll give to you
Ooh boo let me poke your doll like Voodoo
We could get it sparking quicker than Pikachu do
And lay it down like Johnny Appleseed, ya heard? 
Getting busy like the bees and the birdsWhat is that?
Too cool, spitting lines but it's really drool
If he looks and he sounds like it, bet that he's a fool
Except if he's a rapper, he just need a better topic
Who me? STOP IT, this beat is popping, I'm Supercool.
Pop your knee out, but protect your patella
Drop off the plate like bread + too much nutella
One, two, three, Jack and Z went up the hill
Four, Five, Six who needs water when your this ill
You think I'm cool cool? This' the way I am dude
Not my fault you're narrow or the fact you smell like doo-doo
I'm a lady with bangs and a haircut
I don't do mani's or wear bitty anklets
We from the smallest state: Rhode Island, repping quahogs
Yes I do my own chores, I stack my own logs
If I walk with a limp it's 'cause I stubbed my toe
I don't have swagger, and I don't got dough, but I'm
Cool.
-er than Absolute Zero
Flyer than an airborne hero looking in the mirror
Flirting with myself like I'm Robert De Niro
"You must be talkin' to me, ain't nobody else yo"
Doper than heroine, poppy seed bagels, and opium
The type of guy that's never heard a girl say "nope" to him
They know mine, but I don't remember their names
Why? 'Cause I see dimes as a bunch of petty change
Fresher than Kanye on live TV
Sicker than aids cancer and leperasy
Flick it like bic and I mean I'm spitting the heat
Ripping records wreck it impeccably I'm wicked on beats and too cool
Spitting lines but it's really drool
If he looks and he sounds like it, bet that he's a fool
Except if he's a rapper, he just need a better topic
Who me? STOP IT, this beat is popping, I'm Supercool
Pop your knee out, but protect your patella
Drop off the plate like bread + too much nutella
One, two, three, Jack and Z went up the hill
Four, Five, Six who needs water when your this ill
You got the bad blues? Girl, this anthem's for you
Remember, just remember you're the one there is no number two
Pick yourself off, dust yourself up
It's you I salute when I raise my cup
You like to eat too? I like to eat for three
Big tummy, big hunger, I am super me!
ADHDPMSUTI–I–I hate these letter so much
And yes I cry, but I'm cool
So cool. I like school. Yes I do.
I can't rap, but I can tap, and that's cool.
So Supercool...
Ain't none hotter, cook it like Betty crocker
These lines are spell binding like your reading Harry potter
Supercool...
Maybe even twilight, act like you don't know
Spit it with rhymes right, delivered with the (supercool) dope flow
Blinded by lime light with Zoë yo we both glow
Shine so divine we don't need no fucking pope yo
Lines on my mind I'm addicted like it's coke kid
Pure heroine, and I only spit the dopest
Yo we both we know this; noticed when I wrote this
I may have a gift, I'm a wrap it up and show this
So you can break it down in poetry workshops
But I'm'a make it pound and roll through these 'burb blocks
She's eye fucking, I don't bird watch or check her
'Cause all my moneys on my mind, and my neck hurts 
So if they ask who, here got that new school    
It's Zo and Jack, oh yeah yo they too cool
Too cool, spitting lines but it's really drool
If he looks and he sounds like it, bet that he's a fool
Except if he's a rapper, he just need a better topic
Who me? STOP IT, this beat is popping, I'm Supercool.
Pop your knee out, but protect your patella
Drop off the plate like bread + too much nutella
One, two, three, Jack and Z went up the hill
Four, Five, Six who needs water when your this (ill) cool.
SupersupersupersuperCool.
Track Name: Resist
Get Co.Z
I got a plan to disrupt the Final Order
I got a scheme to drill through this rock and mortar
Would you please assist me in my execution
Could we be this generations last solution
Let’s write a rant and call it Our One Manifesto
Let’s all wear beige and put this fight strait too the test
Oh man we need a reason to through up our fists
Or else we’ll end, a poor excuse of the Resist
C-A-H-O-O-T-S
Causing trouble, make a mess
H-Double O-L-I-G-A-N-S
Criminals who never rest
Oh no...
Slow like our mind’s made of dough
You’d swear we all came out of a mold
Roll in a groups and just do whatever we’re told, never gets old
Never indulge in the luxury of reason, or be warned
Ignorance is bliss, and thus religion leaves you warm
If you sound this out then we’re now rolling in cahoots
Getting loot for mind, maybe later kickin’ boots
It’s the truths in these lines, I don’t mean it to offend
But gravity’s going to bring us all down in the end
I’m for science, and progression, I’m for being individual
But y’all’d prolly rather rappers rant about residuals
We need a reason quick, getting pissed
Like we’re sick, like we don’t exist throw up your fists
Or else we’ll end a part of crowd dictating our choice
Freedoms devoured. Use your voice, now, Resist, I said
Oh man we need a reason quick, getting pissed
Like we’re sick, like we don’t exist throw up your fists
Or else we’ll end a part of crowd dictating our choice
Freedoms devoured. Use your voice, now, Resist (You hear me?)
What’s that I hear, did you say you’re afraid to act? (What, what?)
You’ve got no guts, there’s oh so much that you do lack. (Get ‘em)
So piss you pants, and blame it on your faulty bladder
You in or out, we know it’s gonna be the latter
We don’t need you, your nerves or doubt or sweaty palms
We don’t need y’all.
We call to arms, we want the storm, not the calm
Bring it.
Oh man we need a reason to through up our fists
Or else we’ll end, a poor excuse of the Resist
Oh man we need a reason quick, getting pissed
Like we’re sick, like we don’t exist throw up your fists
Or else we’ll end a part of crowd dictating our choice
Freedoms devoured. Use your voice, now, Resist (Resist)
They want to know: What’s the message?
What is my perspective on the issues that are pressing?
Who am I addressing? Who am I confronting?
But they don’t have a question for these rappers that are stunting
These bitches are frontin’, we know how they be
We’ve all heard the rap songs, we know how to speak
But can’t relate to me, so the label can’t sign
So we make our own beats, and we write our own lines
Co.Z doing fine, although we do not comply
To intricacies of marketing explicitly required
Of the artists that your told to let take control of your mind
We’ve had enough of the labels, come and take a piece of mine
I’ll’ve said what I am saying then you, ain’t have to believe me
If I’m sticking it to Plato as I spit a bit of Neitche
Don’t mean to be speaking preachy, I just want us all to listen
And look, and form your own opinions, quit going by the book.
RESIST.
Oh man we need
Oh man we need a reason quick, getting pissed
a reason to through up our fists
Like we’re sick, like we don’t exist throw up your fists
Or else we’ll end
Or else we’ll end a part of crowd dictating our choice
a poor excuse of the
Freedoms devoured. Use your voice, now
...Resist...Resist...
Track Name: For The Maybe
I just woke up and still I’m feeling kinda tired
Last night was crazy, now my brain needs to rewire
I dreamed my teeth fell out at work and I got fired
I said I’m sorry but the just called me a liar
A little bit sour, a little bit sweet, hump day slump in the middle of the week
Getting you down, with a cheek deep frown, but that's just how I'm living to the beat
A little be wild, a little bit crazy, a lot this life turns around to amaze me
Yeah it took a while but it's getting me to smile now my inner child's growing up and living for the maybe
A little bit sour, a little bit sweet, hump day slump in the middle of the week
Getting you down, with a cheek deep frown, but that's just how I'm living to the beat
A little be wild, a little bit crazy, a lot this life turns around to amaze me
Yeah it took a while but it's getting me to smile now my inner child's growing up and living for the maybe Get Co.Z
I got a ticket for J-walking, what the heel man? (I don’t get it!)
What about my loans and my bills, don’t you understand? (Why won’t you get it?)
I want to kick him in the face and tattoo “I’M RUDE” (Come on dude...)
Right into his forehead with the staple gun, do you approve?
Tommy's girlfriend called him a loser
Not a brute, ain’t a thug, never bruised her
Threw him away, though he loved, never used her
So Tommy got a gun today, to shoot her.
Bang.
So okay (well okay) this here’s how I spend my day
This is how I spend my day
Getting by (get by) I can’t talk (can’t talk)
My tongue is tied (tongue tied)
I’m a score and four (twenty-four)
And yet I’m still a baby (still a babybay)
Will I make it though?
Maybe, just maybe
All I ever hear about is how there's more problems
And how's there's all these road blocks for those who wish to solve them
I'm told to be afraid, they hold me in a cage
They tell me I should care if people hear of what I say
So “don't write it on Facebook”, and “stay away from YouTube”
“Never see how others think 'cause it might change how you do”
The media can shove that stinky propaganda poo-poo
Right up where it came from, and feed us all a new truth
For the maybe, I can only hope
That every thought's accounted for, and everyone can vote
I don't need the violence, I hope our reason saves me
Can't we all collaborate? Get Co.Z, for the maybe
So okay (well okay) this here’s how I spend my day
This is how I spend my day
Getting by (get by) I can’t talk (can’t talk)
My tongue is tied (tongue tied)
A little bit sour, a little bit sweet,
I’m a score and four (twenty-four)
Hump day slump in the middle of the week
And yet I’m still a baby (still a babybay)
A little be wild, a little bit crazy,
Will I make it though?
A lot this life turns around to amaze me
Maybe,
Yeah it took a while but it's getting me to smile now my inner child's growing up and living for the
Just maybe
When I came home I found the dishes piled mile high (What is this?)
My roommate often forgets they are hers instead of mine (Silly chick...)
I start to clean but then a mouse runs over my feet
I loose my appetite, which helps, ‘cause I got shit to eat
A local hobo yelled “GOD SAVE ME!”
The crooked cop beat him up and said “he's crazy”
Pedophiliac preacher stood by lazy
Hobo said prey for me, I said...maybe
So okay (well okay) this here’s how I spend my day
This is how I spend my day
Getting by (get by) I can’t talk (can’t talk)
My tongue is tied (tongue tied)
A little bit sour, a little bit sweet
I’m a score and four (twenty-four)
Hump day slump in the middle of the week
And yet I’m still a baby (still a babybay)
A little be wild, a little bit crazy
Will I make it though?
A lot this life turns around to amaze me
Maybe,
Yeah it took a while but it's getting me to smile now my inner child's growing up and living for the maybe
Just maybe
Track Name: What If Game (...Oh Boy)
Created 2010.
Lyrics and concepts by Zoë Chao & Jack Horkings.
Instrumental production, recording, editing and preliminary mixing by Jack.
Samples provided by Dj. Be.
Temporary album artwork by Jack, photography by S.Carroll.
Track Name: I Look Fine
I’ma wear my glitsiest diamond
I’ma equal ten thousand sirens
I’ma smell like ice cream and sunshine
It’s my night, and I look fine
I will look, I will look so
Paint my toes, it’s that time, oh
I can’t wait, oh, let me go, no
This is too slow, on the down low
You can come and buy me a drink
Let me buy you a drink
Move our feet in closer and not think
But I don’t wanna think
The scene is set so lights camera action
Action
Once you move, no attraction

Dressed to the T, in my best pair of jeans
Like the rest, I confess, it’s to impress you indeed
Ain’t a mess, not too clean, rests somewhere in between
Just cause you said you liked it once I felt I had succeeded
What I mean is, I do it for you
I knew you liked the style so I went and bought the shoe
I listen to your tastes and play off them like a cue
But then when I don’t feel the love I don’t know what to do
‘Cause you don’t have a dress up or nothing to catch me
While I’m stressed stretching to be more what you want me to be
And if my best is not enough then tell me how to catch you eye
And how to be on your mind
They gon’ wear their glitsiest diamonds
I want to glisten too, but I’m not here to find them
I want to be captured by your eyes, remind them
That I care, and cant get you off of my mind (Hope I look fine)

I’ma wear my glitsiest diamond
I’ma equal ten thousand sirens
I’ma smell like ice cream and sunshine
It’s my night, and I look fine
And I’ma look good
I will look, I will look so
And I’ma look good
Paint my toes, it’s that time, oh
And I’ma look good
I can’t wait, oh
It’s my night
and I look fine.
Track Name: Backwords
Do you know that you’re privileged?
That you’re attracted to bitches?
Did I tell you that I hate you
So much?
And I wish I could turn you around, but I gotta shut you up first, turn you down
And I'm sorry that I made you, but I'm not sorry that I hate you
And you can hate me, that's fine too, but you could never hate me like I do
And I'm sorry that I made you, but I'm not sorry that I hate you.
You live backwards, give backwards
I ask what you're doing that for, off the backboards
You rebound even though you know you need some smacks nerd
They want sound, you're too empty, you just give back words
You don't even try
I can’t abide by the way you wear your tie
To think that I was gratified to lie beside
You don’t even know how much
I hate you.
I can't begin to tell you how you disappoint, I think that that's worse
For now I must start in medias res and you'll miss the point, because your backwards
And this rap verse, you don't respect it
Because everything I have loved, you reject it
Or else you best it, reductionistly test it
Until there's none left, tell me what you are impressed with
For you, friendships are investments
And if there's no return cut it quick, stop, arrest it
You had said she's blessed with the qualities you need to caress it
Now on to the next one, and everyone's the best bitch
Where do the rest fit? the world is your game show
The people are the voters, you're contestant
Tick tick tick tick, gotta get the sympathy even though you're ungrateful
So go ahead and tell them you're depressed bitch
I can't even make the words fit the way I need, in this rap verse
I hate you so much, ‘cause you're just like me, but you’re backwards
And I wish I could turn you around, but I gotta shut you up, turn you down
And I'm sorry that I made you, but I'm not sorry that I hate you
And you can hate me, that's fine too, but you could never hate me like I do
I'm very sorry I made you, and I'm not sorry that I hate you
That you can’t forgive a sinner
And you don’t like the winter
Did I tell you that I hate you
So much?
I can’t abide by the way you think I’m slow
And that you always have a cute white girl in tow
You don’t even know how much
I hate you.
I hate you.
I can't begin to tell you how you disappoint, I think that that's worse
For now I must start at the end and review, but you'll miss the point, because your backwards
Another rap verse, your password is secret
You sleep with it, creep, when you speak it you bleep it
I seek it, if you givin’ ‘em honest I'll leak it
Even with people you trust you're discrete and you tweak it
Delete your depleted humanity, keep beating it
You're talking shit, well I wish you were eating it
You freaky bitch, you think you know
I think that you sleep on it, and never wake up
‘Cause your life is made up
You're backwards, and I can't help
So selfish you even only hate yourself
You can criticize me, that's fine too
Hate me, but you could never hate me like I do
And I wish I could turn you around, but I gotta shut you up first, turn you down
And I'm sorry that I made you, but I'm not sorry that I hate you
And you can hate me, that's fine too, but you could never hate me like I do
I'm very sorry that I made you, and I'm not sorry that I hate you.

Did I tell you that I hate you, so much?
[Love, Co.Z]
Track Name: It's Alright
It’s alright...
It’ll be alright.
Feeling black and blue, my brother
Want a quick fix to ease the bother
It’s alright...
I’ma be alright. I’ma be alright now.
Gotta promise this won’t last forever
Brighter forecasts for clearer weather
It’s alright...
It’ll be alright. It’s okay.
I’ma be alright now that I got to write down what had been keeping me awake late at night
It's hard to get to sleep when the people that you love turn into strangers, it feels like they aren't treating you right
Wonder what did I say? Wonder what did I do?
Wonder if they would’ve stayed if they had thought that I was cool
They say, “it's about me, Jack it's not about you”
It's sucks that we can only love when they're in the mood to
I think it's rude too, when we're not honest
Don't give me false hopes, just tell me don't want it
So I can move on 'stead grabbing at the past
I've done a love song, now I'm on a new track
And yeah you knew Jack, but now you don't know me
You didn't want to hear me being gloomy and lonely
Didn't have to hold me, I did it on my own
Gone from my recent calls, hidden in my phone
But I'ma be alright...
Inside out your socks and t-shirts
Pinch your skin hoping you still feel hurt
It’s alright...
And yeah I feel broken, but not because of you
I'm just growing up and learning what it is that people do
You think I mean you, I mean him too, even me
But this is just another song, don't be reading too deep
I'm fine now, getting on, getting strong
If you skid if you stumble
Bouncing off atoms as I'm making new bonds
If you hiccup while you crumble
Mary Katherine in the backyard Co.Z
It’s alright...
I made new friends, hope you aren't still lonely
It’s alright...
I'd still be your homie, so call me some time
But if I can't pick it up, know it'll be alright
...Play a couple cozy rhymes
'Cause no matter who I am, they will tell you it's alright
Got your feet stuck so you fake it
Telling lies to try to make it
It’s alright...
Gotta move on, dulls days dark nights
It was all wrong, tell me it'll be alright
Now I'm getting strong, new days nights bright
I don't believe in wrong now, it'll be alright
Never prey but now you want to
Last resort, you hope he comes through
It’s alright...
It’s alright...
I’ma be alright. He gon’ be alright
You’re gon’ be alright. She gon’ be alright
We’re gon’ be alright, ‘cause it’s alright
It’s gon’ be alright. It’s alright
It’s alright...
Got your hand, got your shoulders
Got your pride, shoulda told ya
It’s alright, it’s alright....
Got the glue, got the staples
Got the tape, I’ll tuck label in...
‘Cause it’s alright...
It’s alright...