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by Co.Z

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1.
Get Co.Z 03:18
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
2.
Supercool 04:05
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.
3.
Resist 03:48
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...
4.
Fireworks 03:45
5.
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
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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.
7.
I Look Fine 01:46
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.
8.
Backwords 04:55
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]
9.
It's Alright 04:35
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...

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Get Co.Z with Company ZoJa's 2010 lineup of soundwaves. Providing only the best cochlear 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.

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released September 18, 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 Providence, Rhode Island

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. ... more

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