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1.
Fate is complicated and explanations are counterfeit Ancients calculated the ages upon an abacus From Bronx parties to upsettin' the establishment To artists dawnin' and spawnin' across the atlases I found life movin' my tongue over the drums The melodies enveloped me and opened my lungs And if color blind men developed chromesthesia Their black-and-white world would retreat into amnesia With every note heard as the sound arises My optics set on prospects over horizons Made through the language and vibrations of rappin' If silence is golden, I'm makin' things platinum John Cage could play 4'33" I'd bust an acapella out where every rest is Songs in my head, compose when I'm given beats Makin' def jams like Beethoven with symphonies Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound Make a little music, what is it about Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound Charting out the next days in the underground Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound Everybody's workin', reachin' for the crown Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound This is a new age I've been rappin' since Booker T's first World Title reign Drop bombs on songs like Funk Flex in a fighter plane Flow like tidal waves, but far from washed up Still hungry, look at my 30's like it's a potluck An industry where half the rappers are lightweights With no substance, all fluff like rice cakes I'ma derail the hype train Deflate their limo-sized egos and put 'em back in the bike lane Broke musicians got somethin' to prove And I gave it all up for this, nothin' to lose Just a gifted individual with a mission to win Tryin' to get more attention than a Ritalin binge I'm a Minnesotan, Minneapolis the catalyst For independence, I'm like an acrobatic actor rappin' Flippin' the script, make vinyl fly off shelves With hot enough raps to burn up wax like Icarus did Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound Make a little music, what is it about Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound Charting out the next days in the underground Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound Everybody's workin', reachin' for the crown Nothin' into somethin', silence into sound This is a new age Listen closely between choruses Bend words like magic, this contortionist sorcerer's A wordsmith who sculpts verses like pottery Givin' you a piece of my mind like a lobotomy Fuck this economy's cataclysmic Capitalistic conditions that have been doggin' me I'm caught between fostering my skills and expression And how I can properly make bills and investments Artists take a lot o' shit like colostomy bags Testin' one's patience like a hospital's labs It's a talent findin' the right balance And I'm not willin' to walk away from the challenge The only way you'll ever see Christopher walkin' Is if you're into cinema watchin' Because to me it isn't an option, I've come a long a way And now it's a new age
2.
An ominous glow looms on faces Of downtrodden folks who lose illumination Finding mutilated remains of what's needed Stuck back pieces without any adhesive Where do we go from here? How do we proceed? Stitched up hearts coming apart at the seams Excavating optimism from a nihilist Another day that I exist Go deep into your soul like the baritone of Barry White Harsh times can reduce paragons to parasites Hard to walk parallel, paralyzed in pairs of Nikes Paring down your perils while parroting your parents' advice Barely a life when there's nothin' to live fo' Laugh away the insults, lacerate your lymph nodes Agitated, aggravated, amputate your limbs off Sound of one hand clapping, masturbating, single Castrated, casually cast away to sing songs Toss a couple dollars and I'll rock a bunch o' jingles So raise an hourglass for another toast To never dying, only crying, trying to be dope Yo, I'm driven but I'm drowning, but I'm fly enough to float So I'm sipping from a fountain as I drive into a moat Like I'm living in a mountain as I climb up and I'm close To just clinging onto clouds if I get high enough to hope An ominous glow looms on faces Of downtrodden folks who lose illumination Finding mutilated remains of what's needed Stuck back pieces without any adhesive Where do we go from here? How do we proceed? Stitched up hearts coming apart at the seams Excavating optimism from a nihilist Another day that I exist Sometimes your own home becomes enemy turf They exclude you from refuge and you're steadily hurt The levy has burst, screamin' out damn it all Like a death ray through your chestplate or a cannonball Escalatin', so I'm ventin', but need ventilation Deep breaths, meditatin' on if I need medication Devastated, drummin' up drama but dream of better places Tryin' to translate transgressions to entertainment Dilapidated like a derelict with demons deep and dark Snarling snidely while they sneak into my heart Triggering anxieties like pistols to the temple Feeling flatlined and forgotten, fears that ripple in the mental If it's simple as a sentimental sentiment in sentences I'll sing a song to single out my temperament and better it Conjecture in my messages, adventurous but reticent Complexities continue while I'm pressed against the Plexiglas Staring through it like the window to my soul And I batter it until the fragments shatter and get broke Not ecstatic in the static, staying stagnant and alone Stashing rations in a cavern that I'm wrapped in like a cloak Passing by my passions in a pageant for the throne 'Cause I'm tasked with the attachments that I have to make my own And calendars can captivate while calculating goals But the failure's like coagulated capillaries closed An ominous glow looms on faces Of downtrodden folks who lose illumination Finding mutilated remains of what's needed Stuck back pieces without any adhesive Where do we go from here? How do we proceed? Stitched up hearts coming apart at the seams Excavating optimism from a nihilist Another day that I exist
3.
Raise Up 03:59
We got murderers that pose as police Meanwhile, child molesters posin' as priests, there's no peace Floatin' in nonsense, Republicans floodin' the government Holdin' it hostage, soon as they vote 'em to Congress Doesn't matter who's runnin', do nothin', controllin' your prospects False idols are posin' as prophets Fitting, 'cause they're only focused on profits And only care about you if ya open your wallets Open your eyelids, the system we live in is fucked Flavor Aid laced with cyanide, drinkin' it up Pour a little iodine into the cut Because America's history was scripted and written in blood And these wounds have been infected for years It's high time that somebody injected the cure The message is clear, we gotta raise up And take what's rightfully ours back from these fake fucks Yeah, we gotta raise up We gotta, w-w-w-we gotta raise up When they gonna wake up? We don't want that same stuff Nothin's gonna change if we don't make it change up, so we gotta W-w-w-we gotta raise up We gotta, w-w-w-we gotta raise up People goin' bankrupt, bodies gettin' chained up Somethin's gotta change, so we gotta make it change up It's a systemic epidemic and we want improvement, not excuses Stop the foolishness of tryin' to get around the Constitution Watch the news and see it spun like helicopters movin' You can try to justify it but they're still brainwashin' viewers Demonizing honest humans, twistin' facts to scoff at looters Strangers in a comment section callin' them some jobless losers Police sprayin' mace and labelin' them opportunists Protesters arrested just to send a message to the larger movement A constant problem, bringin' charges, a process this convoluted Resulting in cops' abuses never prosecuted So there isn't much restriction if and when they wanna shoot us Elderly to elementary, poor to college students It's been happenin' since lynch mobs with nooses An abundance of injustice, disgustin' like vomit pukin' Uncoverin' corruption but others deny the truth then Gotta raise up 'til they wake up like roosters that's cockadoodlin' Yeah, we gotta raise up We gotta, w-w-w-we gotta raise up When they gonna wake up? We don't want that same stuff Nothin's gonna change if we don't make it change up, so we gotta W-w-w-we gotta raise up We gotta, w-w-w-we gotta raise up People goin' bankrupt, bodies gettin' chained up Somethin's gotta change, so we gotta make it change up A lot o' Christian hypocrites peddlin' prejudice Whenever they're callin' all of the Muslims terrorists Trigger happy Christians committin' more acts of senselessness White Americans are in bed with the white supremacists Look the other way on cover-ups by church higher-ups and fundamentalists Guilty of oppressiveness But claim their religion's the victim of offensiveness Even though they've held the power since the European settlements Imperialistic mindsets loomin' large It's not debatable, we all know who's in charge Distorted moral authority from majorities Discerning who's disorderly, controlling them accordingly Sanitize their own crimes and revise things historically To paint a fake picture like a forgery So they can't be trusted when they say who they purport to be If we don't raise up, they're gonna keep on doin' it forcibly Yeah, we gotta raise up We gotta, w-w-w-we gotta raise up When they gonna wake up? We don't want that same stuff Nothin's gonna change if we don't make it change up, so we gotta W-w-w-we gotta raise up We gotta, w-w-w-we gotta raise up People goin' bankrupt, bodies gettin' chained up Somethin's gotta change, so we gotta make it change up Raise up
4.
This is the best thing since Sea Salt Caramel frozen yogurt (mmmm) Minnesota's own, I rep the state just like a Golden Gopher My lines are similar to smokin' coke up, even though I'm sober Don't even drink, my taste buds soaked in Coca-Cola Life's a roller coaster since I was tall enough to ride Pissed with a clenched fist, I ball it up inside 'Til I blow up like an air mattress But don't sleep on me, I got what you need just like a CARE Package Homie, I spit flame emojis, sort of like it's arson, yo These emcees best retreat, with all this heat inside my arsenal Yeah, rapper, get lost, go hit the bricks like Mario Milk all of the trends until you need another carton full These artists, oh, they alienate me like a Martian's home So I sit inside of a dark room like Charlie Rose Tryin' to write the greatest verse for the studio So I can make it in this life before the hearse and the funeral But I know everything could all change in an instant Paint a picture for yourself, go define your existence Yeah, I know, but really, we don't know much at all So I'll rhyme 'til I die, hang my frame on the wall Because I know everything could all change in an instant Death could take you any moment, go define your existence Yeah, I know, but really, we don't know much at all So I'll rhyme 'til I die, fuck it, let's have a ball Because I live life, do right, do wrong, it's hit-or-miss We're all lookin' for that truth, but nothing is definitive 'Cause organized religion is assorted lies and ignorance Scripture's just a twisted mess, deforming minds of little kids Church propaganda destroys seeds, it's herbicidal I left it in the past in a stack of burning Bibles Man, I'm down in the dumps and it's takin' its toll (uhhh) Drowning in a sea of memes with inspirational quotes We all play this game, and if you wanna make a change Gotta be greater than your desire to stay the same I think I need a fresh change of scenery, for real, I mean A new cast of characters maybe, for me to meet and greet Longing for another's touch so much that I can barely focus Human lips, a gluteus, hair, a pair of areolas That'd be nice, something for me to grasp to And take the edge off o' this knife inflicting stab wounds I know everything could all change in an instant Paint a picture for yourself, go define your existence Yeah, I know, but really, we don't know much at all So I'll rhyme 'til I die, hang my frame on the wall Because I know everything could all change in an instant Death could take you any moment, go define your existence Yeah, I know, but really, we don't know much at all So I'll rhyme 'til I die, fuck it, let's have a ball Because I know Yeah, I know Do you know? Yeah, you know
5.
[Christopher Michael Jensen & Panash] [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: Here we go again, yeah, it's time to get up Nothin' like the present, everybody come and get some So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: Here we go again, and I already said it 'Cause I wake up every mornin' just to get it [Christopher Michael Jensen] Yo, I'm feelin' quite exemplary, at least momentarily It's fire when I ride the beat like carousels with kerosene Droppin' songs as hot as Audrey Plaza knockin' coffee on ya Mixin' wisdom in this diction, calmer than the Dalai Lama A laid back track like one o' J Dilla's tapes Create vivid pictures in your brains like acrylic paints Pack the people tighter than yoga pants on a bubble butt And get 'em jumpin' up like students doin' the double Dutch So driven I buckle up, and if I have to knuckle up To fight for this life, I will, don't wanna fuck it up Steady puttin' veggies more so in my intestinal And so I started breathin' a little easier when I flow Back in high school I was letterin' as a wrestler Settin' up successes to step it up on the regular 'Til I'm intercontinental, chillin' out in Chechnya And havin' good days like O'Shea on The Predator [Nathan Ejuwa] Yo, non-secular, my agenda Hear me roar, came from the north shore What's more, it rains and pours Cats and dogs, hands and arms One day as I ran along I caught a rut, it was forestalled Lookin' back, I had it all To stand tall ya had to Yo, autumn came like a memory Brought good times and revelries Yo, I can't remember all the Hennessy Tip one to the fact that we here and prosperity Yo, and good charity Know that's your favorite, exchange views with Larry David Painted faces, we speak in different languages But how you livin', man? Are you okay with this? [Christopher Michael Jensen & Panash] [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: Here we go again, yeah, it's time to get up Nothin' like the present, everybody come and get some So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: Here we go again, and I already said it 'Cause I wake up every mornin' just to get it [Panash] (Panash The Nerd) Yeah, isn't it awesome how I ride the beat so easily? (too easy) Money-maker face just like The Miz, that's why they feature me (too greasy) Chillin' right beside my ride-or-die, she somethin' like Maryse You hesitant to set the precedent, ain't no impeachin' me (yeah) From the home o' Air Force One, I think I'm fly as Barack Take off my shades and steal the show, I'm somethin' like The Rock (if ya smell) Again with the wrestlin' raps? He need a new gimmick But as long as leg drops pop, I'll never need a new finish (brother) Anywho, I'm ready to blow like when the bomb's lit (boom) And I'ma keep it bangin', you rap and then hear the gong hit (boom) Boy, you must be jokin', I'm smokin' like when the bong's hit You heard me, yeah, you nerdy as Cory, I'm on some Shawn shit T.G.I.F., I got that three day weekend disposition (uh huh) I'm doin' stuff and livin' good, mayne, really I'm just chillin' (uh huh) As lit as half a zip, and yeah, we on some classic shit And I ain't standin' for it either, word to Colin Kaepernick Seven [Rich Garvey] I wake up just to get it (yeah), this that Chronicles Of Riddick This a beaker to a chemist, we winnin' (yah), they playin' scrimmage Refined taste so vintage like the phantom o' the menace (yah, yah, yah, yah) Got a six pack o' Guinness and a blunt to replenish me (yah, yah, aye) Cockin' my weaponry, with hope-filled soliloquies When fakers wouldn’t get at me, now they beggin' on they knees Still can’t finagle me, an outcast like Django, B I gave her my world, she strong-arm then tried to strangle me (nah, nah) Still I arise through ashes like Muhammad, young Cassius This aint no easy come up, boy, don't even dare to ask us (float, flow, aye) Seen 'em copy my vision, now they got the game backwards (fuck 'em, aye) Feelin' like denyin' access, boy, you stealin', pay your taxes Bitin' just like arachnids, guess these crabs is gettin' restless I sent a prayer for 'em, lord knows they really helpless (yeah, yah, yah, yah, yah, uh huh) But we young leaders, marchin' to the future This that motivation flow, ain't that jive that you're used to (nah uh) [Christopher Michael Jensen & Panash] [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: Here we go again, yeah, it's time to get up Nothin' like the present, everybody come and get some So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? [Panash]: Okay [Chris]: Here we go again, and I already said it 'Cause I wake up every mornin' just to get it [Christopher Michael Jensen] So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? Here we go again, yeah, it's time to get up Nothin' like the present, everybody come and get some So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? So what ya doin'? How ya livin'? Are you okay? Here we go again, and I already said it 'Cause I wake up every mornin' just to get it
6.
I'll reminisce for a spell, here's part of my bio A young man, but a while since I started to rhyme, though Lookin' back to the early years of Napster Downloading some b-sides by Marshall Mathers Watchin' some rap videos on MTV And my brother had a folder full of MP3's Ridin' 'round town with him in his car Cash Money and DMX on burnt CD-R's 13-years-old, and when I turned 15 He got me Supreme Clientele and The Expansion Team I even recall my last day of 8th grade When my brother purchased Enter The Wu-Tang Mom-and-pop shops had the records I'd buy I got used copies of Illmatic and Ready To Die Mainstream to underground, bought all the classics First heard Atmosphere in '03 on a class trip Not too long after, I remember me Gettin' to go to my first show at age 17 Thinkin' back on it fondly Got to catch Immortal Technique's set followed up by Brother Ali This was back in 2004 They had the fans screamin' and fiendin' and shoutin' for more And I was playin' talent shows, makin' albums at my home Hard to imagine back then what would happen down the road Yeah, hip hop, it started out in the park And there's a lot o' different people that I found in this art The beat is similar to the sound of my heart And honestly I'm just proud to be part After high school, college was a drain, got some knowledge in my brain But all I really wanted was to hop up on the stage Depression as a freshman kept extendin' eight semesters Never missed a class, but spittin' raps was better than a lecture Started writin' a mixtape in the back of my class Teacher taught Shakespeare while I was practicin' tracks A couple months shy of my graduation I dropped the project and plotted what to make next And I gotta thank Zuckerberg and Tom The Internet helped with the discovery of my songs Finished school in '09 and then I knew it was time To fully do this music, pursuin' a movement and grind I kept studying the culture and honin' my craft Until eventually I'd get to be an opening act Started networkin' insane and sendin' out e-mails Tryin' to book venues while broke, workin' in retail Meetings every place I'd go, had to learn the basics, though Tryin' to stay afloat at nearly vacant shows takes its toll Frustrations showed, then I had a falling out With some individuals I didn't need to be around A blessing in disguise, I was wrestling with my Own desires to go find out what would benefit my life And then I found it, and it's still hard to describe the People I met next and what we'd start to inspire Because hip hop, it started out in the park And there's a lot o' different people that I found in this art The beat is similar to the sound of my heart And honestly I'm just proud to be part Uh huh, because hip hop, it started out in the park And there's a lot o' different people that I found in this art The beat is similar to the sound of my heart And honestly I'm just proud to be part Began hangin' with a bunch o' young artists and bonded It was like a family and people started respondin' Right place, right time, it was something organic House parties and cyphers and it kept on expandin' Dropped some compilations, songs were playin' on the stations Local press and interviews and things just started changin' A domino effect, did a lot o' shows and sets The crowds got bigger, we were on a roll and kept Finding different ways to grow what we were doin' Some fell by the wayside, but others kept it movin' Yeah, it really pained me when some of the drama ensued But it helped me to learn how you gotta get through Ambition and toxins are a bad mixture Had to remove the negative to develop the picture Got savvier at business with minimal debt Even got a lot o' props from heads givin' respect That kind of emotion, man, it's wild how it feels Awesome things blossoming, and it felt so surreal The day I got to rap for Sway on Shade 45 I even played with Cage and Slick Rick, performin' live The kind o' stuff you think about with your eyes closed I've come so far, I'm opening for my idols So listen closely to what I say on the mic Because I owe it all to hip hop for changin' my life Yeah, hip hop, it started out in the park And there's a lot o' different people that I found in this art The beat is similar to the sound of my heart And honestly I'm just proud to be part That's right, you know that hip hop, it started out in the park And there's a lot o' different people that I found in this art The beat is similar to the sound of my heart And honestly I'm just proud to be part
7.
No Regrets 03:45
Yes, shout out to Egypto Knuckles on the beat, come on What manifests the perspective of pessimists? I guess it depends on where their head has been Let me put some words inside this thought bubble Show you what I've been thinkin' about, got stubble Ain't shaved in days, a frown covered in hair Eatin' Peanut M&M's, up late watchin' Colbert Ponder life 'til the birds outside chirpin' Dreams with no sleep until I feel my eyes burnin' Billion dollar companies cunningly squelchin' personalities And sellin' false realities Tempted and tormented by a fallacy As if my self-worth was relative to salary Sprinting in this race just to stay on pace Still punchin' clocks so my bank statement's straight I wanna literally cold cock a clock in its face 'Til it breaks, set the hands back and recalibrate the days Ain't got a clue of what I'm doin' Makin' it up and keep pursuin' And even if I still end up losin' Got no regrets, got no regrets, got no regrets, no But music helps when I'm caught in a slump Boostin' me up to get over the hump Winning crowds at 7th Street, Amsterdam, and Triple Rock Tastes good as a Bruce Lee Burger at Ginger Hop Hangin' up posters and passin' out flyers Stayin' visible so the buzz doesn't expire Moves made with dues paid and still working And people like to mention my resemblance to Bill Murray Which is apt, days feel like they're on repeat Elongated chases to make it into the elite Seen a lot o' dudes quit when it didn't come quick Developing movements isn't for the unfit But what's next when you figured out answers And still can't seem to make bigger advances In accordance with affordin' what's priceless Givin' good advice but a victim to your vices Ain't got a clue of what I'm doin' Makin' it up and keep pursuin' And even if I still end up losin' Got no regrets, got no regrets, got no regrets, no Dark days need ulraviolet rays Or a little Tribe Called Quest to be played Still lookin' for my Bonita Applebum Searchin' where the Minneapple's hung Fruitless, just feelin' like a vegetable Plans get retooled when the wrench is thrown As the point gets drilled into my head Construct something different and build it up instead 'Cause old wounds heal, peel off the Band-Aid A bright landscape, take off the lamp shade Take lonesomeness, the financial burdens The missed opportunities, and setbacks occurrin' And just wad 'em up, throw 'em in a trash compactor Step back from the past onto the path that's after Time to escape, make a break from this routine Write out goals and turn over a new loose leaf Ain't got a clue of what I'm doin' Makin' it up and keep pursuin' And even if I still end up losin' Got no regrets, got no regrets, got no regrets, no
8.
[Christopher Michael Jensen] You don't wanna come around here No, you don't, you don't wanna come around here Y-you don't, you don't wanna come around here Just talkin' crazy like we don't hear Man, you don't, you don't wanna come around here No, you don't, you don't wanna come around here You don't, you don't wanna come around here So get the fuck out and disappear [Christopher Michael Jensen] Dance to the song Me and SOFTPORE goin' ham like a hog Partyin' like I'm Harley Quinn In other words, I just jam with the squad You should stand and applaud It's a wrap, put the bandages on Lockin' it down while I rock for the crowd Under bright lights like a tanning salon Goin' nuts like Jif, raisin' Green like celery, that's ants on a log My writing process, dude Is like unprocessed food, stanzas are raw And if ya talk smack, put my hand to your jaw With the Mandible Claw 'til you can't even talk 'Cause you don't wanna start that shit Better off gettin' tossed in a sarlacc pit My condolences, snatch the microphone and then I have to clean house like my job was a custodian I'm floorin' 'em, hashtag linoleum Got rappers feelin' salty as sodium Because I stole the whole show from them And do it everytime, whether headline or openin' You wanna battle? We can go toe-to-toe again I'm Mewtwo to you level one Pokémon Yahh, focus blast Live performance, no vocal tracks You against me's like a soccer mom Versus Ronda in the octagon Or comparin' Papa John's to Lucé, are you out your mind? We tear the roof off, replace the shingles Three emcees on a beat from Shrimpnose [Christopher Michael Jensen & Antioch] [Chris]: You don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: No, you don't, you don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: Y-you don't, you don't wanna come around here Just talkin' crazy like we don't hear [Antioch]: Hey, hey [Chris]: Man, you don't, you don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: No, you don't, you don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: You don't, you don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: So get the fuck out and disappear [Antioch]: Aye, aye, aye [Antioch] I had to jerk back with the wheel (aye) Ya'll curb crashed the Deville (aye) Bitch don't serve crack with your wrist ass (aye) Prob'ly too Smith to be Will (aye) Prob'ly too smooth to be real (aye) I got Robinson on the Will (aye) I got gold chains on my cast (aye) So my bone game stay trill (aye, aye) Been around the way like it was nothin' (whoa) Still smokin' on the cigs that I was bummin' Ain't shit changed but the engine off a governor (yeah) I cop another hundred and then spend it on abundance (aye, aye, aye) Whoa [Jayke Rhymes] I be chillin' in the trap Ackbar Yeah, and all I hear in rap is some Wack bars See you struggle with your flows It ain't that hard See you sleepin' on the sofa Xan bars I don't really know where I'm headed Stay hungry, no, I never wait for breakfast Heart don't beat, but I never see a medic Winds will wither, no winter where I'm headed (huhh) All our weather is heat See no tree, better leaf I don't roll up no weed I just say fuck the police I just let 'em know, we Hulk incredible Got no pedestal, send out the centerfolds Sex so forgettable, wish I had slept alone Don't cause an episode, don't check my phone [Christopher Michael Jensen] You don't wanna come around here No, you don't, you don't wanna come around here Y-you don't, you don't wanna come around here Just talkin' crazy like we don't hear Man, you don't, you don't wanna come around here No, you don't, you don't wanna come around here You don't, you don't wanna come around here So get the fuck out and disappear [Christopher Michael Jensen & Antioch] [Chris]: You don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: You don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: You don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: Hey [Chris]: Just talkin' crazy like we don't hear Man, you don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: You don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: 'Round here [Chris]: You don't wanna come around here [Antioch]: Hey [Chris]: So get the fuck out and disappear [Antioch] Yahhh
9.
Powder Keg 02:10
Connecting dots of overloaded thoughts has gotten very old While my brain's bombarded by bits of binary code Drastically dramatic dreams drift in and out my head Pent up rage, it's got me feelin' like a powder keg She loves me not, pluckin' peddles in a flowerbed Holding myself beneath the warmth of a shower head Anxiety-induced migraine, the pain we try and cope with Please supply a dosage of highly potent ibuprofen Because my mind is pulsin', and my entire skull inside's erodin' And my lack of exercise is showin' Fervor festering to feast on the spoils of the Earth Hungering and struggling, but we've been toiling since birth You grow up just to get run down They wind you up so tight you need to be unwound But some people unravel and just continue to string along 'Til they can't fight or join in the sing along And it's cold So cold It's so cold So cold It's so cold So cold It's so cold So cold So cold
10.
Wandering 04:18
Look into my lens, as the record playin' music spins Reflecting visions of a former Lutheran The projection's pretend if it blurs the view within Plenty lessons you can get when depressed and you're turnin' to your friends Decompressed some pressures ever since I learned to use a pen But do contend with stresses yet to lessen, burnin' fuel again Energy depleted 'cause I'm mentally defeated Trippin' off a food addiction, any recipe, I'll eat it As a young'n, I just wanted to be loved (loved) By a woman that wanted more than a hug (hug) But when your focus is on loneliness, it adds to the hopelessness Blunders pull you under while others tell you get over it And I don't wanna nitpick, but I wish that I could write myself a wish list 'Cause there's some things which you can't ask for at Christmas And a whole lot that I've been waiting to witness 'Cause I know what I want, but I don't know what I need to get Where I need to live So I try not to squander your advice that I've pondered But I'm lost and I wander alone again Feelings for another turn to veins full of Novocain My heart goes numb, always saying no to pain But I'm scared to be forever in my singularity I wait with baited breath as it suffocates the air in me Chokin' on desires that just keep expanding wider And I try to vocalize it but my thoughts are kept in private So I'm sprawled on a mattress, gazing at a screen Pornographic images are closer than my dreams Tantalizing fantasies that fan the flames of amnesty Freedom through the friction, rub me right until I am at peace Unreciprocated love turns to artificial lust Fist coiling a serpent, hissing in disgust Feelin' the release as a piece inside of me dies (dies) 'Cause it feels like I'll never be alive Never be surprised, 'cause every disguise Covers the intentions that I hide 'Cause I know what I want, but I don't know what I need to get Where I need to live So I try not to squander your advice that I've pondered But I'm lost and I wander alone yet again Yet again I need to get where I need to live Yet again, yet again Hmmmmm, hmmmmm Recollections of the first girl that I slept with Spur of the moment without any investment Nervous at first as we merged and connected Happy that I did it even though I second guessed it The room was hot, the fan wasn't workin' Sweat poured, emotions soared, candles were burnin' It was like an awakening from the first embrace To be that close to another person's face There's a certain place your mind goes when you're intimate A temporary hope that feels infinite (infinite) Pretty late in life when I finally lost my innocence And when I lost it, I found something different I prob'ly learned just as much in isolation Bedridden, head spinnin' from the nights of waitin' 'Cause good things don't come to those that wait They happen takin' action when you create your fate 'Cause I know what I want, but I don't know what I need to get Where I need to live So I try not to squander your advice that I've pondered But I'm lost and I wander alone but it's not the end It's not the end No, it's not the end, no, it's not the end No, it's not the end It's not the end
11.
[Christopher Michael Jensen] Heightened stakes in the United States, I'm sick o' this Things are hard to swallow like cement mix and I'ma shit a brick Incredulous what we can digest and it's insidious Ridiculous hypocritical idiots with ill intent Got me thinkin' militant, like how can someone live with it Millions actin' like they don't even give a shit The public doesn't follow politics like it isn't significant Well, maybe you'd think it is if you lived in Flint, Michigan Where they're more concerned with penny-pinchin' than their own citizens Corrosive pipelines are poisonin' sinks with lead Killin' men, women, and children when they go drink from them Literal political toxicity's imminent These ideologues are cogs destroyin' the innocent Sycophants to a machine feeding off ignorance You can spell it out, but if we're just kept illiterate The rich get richer while pissing on their constituents [Christopher Michael Jensen] Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Slither in the grass with their fingers in the cash You can look me in the eyes but I see right through Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Slither in the grass with their fingers in the cash You can look me in the eyes but I see right through [Seiler] Your broken system of tokenism, throw 'em in prison Make a million off 'em, never offer 'em ways to do it different It's supervision, or pseudo visions of hoop commitments Or blue and crimson, illuminatin' the room you live in No room for livin', the air is thick with arrogance Perilous for the parentless derelicts that ain't scared o' shit America's but a plea bargain while we starvin' Elephants enter the room, hee-hawin' Keep talkin' out your culo, cool, bro You'll get exposed faster than Janet Jack' at the Sup' Bowl I can look in your pupils and tell that you can't be trusted I ain't one to be fucked with Call 'em out when they're bluffin' We ballin' without a budget Your budget's out, now you're ballin' Pardon me for my mouth, but right now you're part of the problem Had falling-outs with the law, corrupted, cuff 'em, and box 'em Right when you think you know 'em, you really don't know shit about 'em [Christopher Michael Jensen] Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Slither in the grass with their fingers in the cash You can look me in the eyes but I see right through Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Slither in the grass with their fingers in the cash You can look me in the eyes but I see right through [North Star Wisdom] Cruise blacked out and never back down I bring the crack sound of black crowns fallin' fast, often passed down I pass out and wake up to the snakes in the grass And if you can't swallow the pain, then you ain't blazin' the path Or baptizing that silence, chastising that ego Blindsided by the underground, they pop pop and reload On some fuck cops and blood offerings to cop a kilo I'd rather jump off a bridge than be caught up in that disease, though After we go rock a show, I'm watchin' Zeitgeist with cats with nine lives Still smack a wise guy for downing black lives I've been the scapegoat, the black sheep, the whiskey, and the rye I've seen the war outside and never been so unafraid to die They sanctify the flag and crucify your martyrs We break the silence, pray for quiet, euthanize the market Stock prices fall, interest rates rise into the atmosphere It's make-or-break, so cover the bones up under the carpet [Christopher Michael Jensen] Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Slither in the grass with their fingers in the cash You can look me in the eyes but I see right through Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Ain't no tellin' what these people might do Slither in the grass with their fingers in the cash You can look me in the eyes but I see right through
12.
[Model Citizen & Christopher Michael Jensen] [Citizen]: Yo Chris, what up? [Chris]: Yo, you ready to do this track? [Citizen]: Yeah, you kn-already, kn-uuuhhhh [Chris]: Yo, just swear a lot on the intro [Citizen]: Citizen and Chris, you motherfucker, you [Model Citizen] Microphones turn into smoldering embers When I'm colder than the worst Minnesota Decembers I'm an anomaly of scientific law I'm naked dick inside of a vagina, get it? Raw I'm all of the above, word to J-Live Motherfuck a beer snob, I prefer a St. Ides You can try and weed out all these herbs, but they thrive While these alt-right Nazis regurgitate lies [Christopher Michael Jensen] So this is dedicated to them zany incensed Ladies and gents who need to get their craniums checked Fuck a right-winger's excuses I'd really love to punch Donald Trump 'til his mug is lookin' like Ted Cruz's They're gettin' lazier, the world's gettin' crazier And crazier, and fake as the blatant stuff that they're makin' up I'll break into Fox News to stop the insanity And pull Sean Hannity's head from his anal cavity [Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen] Oh no, what did I do Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe Oh, whoa, what have I done Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em [Model Citizen] Backpack rapper, flask in the JanSport Bitch, I'm doper than what you and your man snort And as a matter of fact, yo, fuck that I'm a boat-load of blow, a Columbian transport Slides through to American soil Smack a new P-Funk pack, tearin' the foil When I'm gunnin' for my motherfuckin' share of the spoils The microphone persona's that of arrogant royals [Christopher Michael Jensen] And we're prone to leave ya discombobulated on occasion When we're concentratin' on just droppin' statements on the songs we're makin' That are complicated with the proper placement Of the syllables we use to fill the holes and put all up inside the cadence Got these lines I'm layin' with my feet on an ottoman And I'm scrawlin' them lyrics out on sheets of osmium Because they're technically dense Rappers are rock stars, tell Gene Simmons he can kiss an electrical fence [Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen] Oh no, what did I do Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe Oh, whoa, what have I done Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em [Model Citizen] Kickin' back with the six-pack, maxin' Packin' the cheeba, breath in and pass it That's the procedure, creature of habit Just because I'm weeded doesn't mean I'm an addict Does it? Yeah, it does because Somebody lied if they said that I wasn't buzzed I'm D.O.A. - drunk on arrival Nose full o' 'ye and a blunt in the pie hole [Christopher Michael Jensen] You should pack it up, man, who could blame ya? You're just another flash in the pan like lewd behavior My brainstem is half man, half amazin' A different sample of human nature Plus I'm the truth and the truth will save ya Unless you wanna battle, then I'm euthanasia I leave emcees wide-eyed sort o' like the Cartoons that are viewed by the youth in Asia [Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen] Oh no, what did I do Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe Oh, whoa, what have I done Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em [Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen] Oh no, what did I do Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe Oh, whoa, what have I done Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em
13.
Late night drivin', I picked up my friend Who was goin' through some shit and she told me she liked joggin' And she was honest, she said when she did it It felt like she was runnin' away from her problems It got me thinkin', things have a way of catchin' up When you're scornin' the warnin's and keep on messin' up People ignore what's important and do the extra stuff Wakin' up at four in the mornin', feeling depressed as fuck Tryin' to be the best person you can Until your insecurities get worse and you can't But overthinkin' your decisions is like livin' in a prison Because indecisiveness is just a curse for your plans Clairvoyance can provide buoyancy When sinkin' in the darkness like you're swimmin' through an oil leak 'Cause it's just gasoline for the funnel And heart muscles grow stronger every struggle It gets kind o' blurry sometimes It gets a little blurry sometimes It gets kind o' blurry sometimes It gets a little blurry sometimes When everything becomes unclear Askin' how did we end up here? And I don't wanna wind up blind But it gets blurry sometimes Can we be less cynical? Or is the struggle too cyclical? Does greed outweigh good deeds and what's reciprocal? Finding anything to distract from being sad again Even though that ain't the same as having happiness Some roads to the unknown are too steep Seein' cries for help in my Facebook newsfeed Like what's goin' on? And I think they need More than me clickin' like or posting heart emoticons But when you're busy makin' ends meet Sometimes the time's not there for what you and your friends seek And it makes me sick to say it, 'cause it's contagious Relationships with neighbors become Distant strangers in different places Life stories being written but on different pages Damn, we all lose touch, tryin' to move up Sometimes these lives we lead are too much It gets kind o' blurry sometimes It gets a little blurry sometimes It gets kind o' blurry sometimes It gets a little blurry sometimes When everything becomes unclear Askin' how did we end up here? And I don't wanna wind up blind But it gets blurry sometimes Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes But even if our paths keep divergin' I'll never forget how you affected me under the sternum Emotions so fervent they repurposed existin' The best feeling's being needed, knowing you made a difference You helped me understand how different neurosystems are wired And when we swapped signals it rekindled something brighter I've seen mental breakdowns, physical disabilities Wish I could do more, miserable and it's killin' me To see loved ones suffer, wish I had a way to Help ease the pain that I can't always relate to 'Cause sometimes the best efforts aren't enough People can't necessarily heal just 'cause they're loved Recover at your own speed, I'm sendin' positive vibes And I'll never be too far if you wanna say hi Less encounters, but I still appreciate you And if nothing else, I just wanna say thank you
14.
We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting In a post-truth world where nothing is as it seems Where information doesn't match with realities Bubbles inflated, insulated with inaccuracies Of ignorance that's proliferated gradually And irrationalities lead to casualties From normalizing abnormalities And it's fucked up, isn't it? How even friends and family get sucked up in the shit Con artists etch sketches for collectors 'Cause the confused misconstrue and accept it I'm rattled and I'm shaken, it's disastrous and dangerous Weavin' fabrications through the fabric of our nation Inflammatory statements at rallies full o' hatred They give their affirmation but don't challenge or debate it And lenses of perceptions hold views in all directions Whether or not it's really where the sense is There's something awry, distorted and strange Don't wanna stay, black out and fade into a distant place Tomorrow may come, but everything's changed Drifting away, can't wash the stain, languishing in disgrace Burdened, uncertain, lights dim while exploring Wayward walks through uncharted territory 'Cause even these deceptively beautiful mornings Are unsettling reminders of global warming It's in the air, a turning of the tides Anxieties rise as high as ocean lines Tensions heating up, drowning in the lies From the powers that be with no regard for our lives A clear warning, a sign of the times Constantly wagin' a war inside of our minds The same time there's another outside that's alive Hard to confront both fronts, though we strive to survive Legions of people retreating to where it's easier Some amongst drugs or love from social media Further introverted, converted into a hermit A veneer to obscure the fear beneath the surface There's something awry, distorted and strange Don't wanna stay, black out and fade into a distant place Tomorrow may come, but everything's changed Drifting away, can't wash the stain, languishing in disgrace The view is scary, seen the disillusion wearing Down hard on the hearts and minds of revolutionaries Perverted wisdom livin' within a victim Cynicism, it's a symptom of the system Systematical collateral, lack of hope Radicals cut down until the ax is broke Gettin' to the point like what's the point? But we ain't goin' out quietly, we make noise Shut down highways if no one's helping I've shed tears with peers, it feels so overwhelming The anguished cries that humanity's lost Never to return 'til the insanity stops Meandering thoughts, scatterbrained, scavenging remains Salvaging a way forward, scrapping with the angst Eradicated faith in this national disgrace Knowing full well that we have to be the change We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting away We're drifting
15.
I never rest, nope, I never rest No, I never rest, nope, nope, I never rest I never rest Sound the horns I'm eruptin' from the underground, similar to how a mountain's formed Wack rappers got a lot to say And if I die in obscurity, spread my ashes on the Walk Of Fame Stay sharp as katanas, gettin' better and better, too Fight against the machine like the Nebuchadnezzar crew I'm a disruption, a glitch that's in the Matrix There's not enough difference makers, where are the innovators? Emcees think they're hotter than incinerators But responses from the audience are colder than refrigerators You gotta feel it in your heart like defibrillators You should care about the art if you really make it Shoot for success in a cesspool of really famous Mediocre fodder that's force-fed on your dinner tables I treat my shot like a sniper pointin' pistol gauges So let's get it poppin' off and rock it when I hit the stages I never rest, nope, nope, I never rest There's too much work to be done, so I can never rest Everywhere I look I'm at a loss for sentences From the bottom of the barrel to the top of Everest I never rest, nope, nope, I never rest I feel the pressure again, so I can never rest Until this whole world becomes the fuckin' end of us Battle on until I'm in the sediment Twenty years it took to realize that my eyes had been blinded Indoctrinated since the time that I was a child in diapers But it made me stronger, no longer tryin' to find a messiah Pryin' my irises open, scopin' out what was denied me Now my grip on reality's tighter and tighter And it's a very sobering view when you're finally enlightened Liars try to hide the truth behind a wall out of sight but If you can climb it, then you'll find a lot that can inspire excitement So I keep the pride of a fighter with the eye of the tiger Like I was Survivor, combined with the mind of MacGyver Settin' goals higher and higher as I perspire 'Cause I never wanna settle for the life of a nine-to-fiver It's overrated and 'til I am retired I'm motivated to just go away and light up a fire Beneath the seat of my pants until every fiber's ignited Fueling my feelings to acquire the prize I desire Because I never rest, nope, nope, I never rest There's too much work to be done, so I can never rest Everywhere I look I'm at a loss for sentences From the bottom of the barrel to the top of Everest I never rest, nope, nope, I never rest I feel the pressure again, so I can never rest Until this whole world becomes the fuckin' end of us Battle on until I'm in the sediment Hey yo, I've been parched, thirstin', as the world's burnin' So let's march through the flames, dressin' in Kevlar Desperate to get far, before the GOP Destroys the entire planet like the Death Star Never rest, strenuous heaviness on my neck and chest Head is stressed, can't carry my brain's weight Follow footsteps of dead superstars through the art Tryin' super hard, though, not to suffer the same fate Agin' and decayin', breakin' down my molecular structure Stare at the void 'til my retinas rupture With this vacancy I'm left in, situational depression Can be inescapable if situations aren't corrected Pick apart my paranoia, try to diagnose me Am I the product of broken-hearted harm or just no sleep? Hoping for hope, holding a rope, juggling choices Searching for a voice, writing songs for the voiceless So I can never rest, nope, nope, I never rest There's too much work to be done, so I can never rest Everywhere I look I'm at a loss for sentences From the bottom of the barrel to the top of Everest I never rest, nope, nope, I never rest I feel the pressure again, so I can never rest Until this whole world becomes the fuckin' end of us Battle on until I'm in the sediment Ahhhh
16.
[Cappie] Oooooooohhhhhhhh Oooooooohhhhhhhh Oooooooohhhhhhhh [Christopher Michael Jensen] Collect my thoughts 'til my head looks like the home of a hoarder Obsessed with life's brink and going over the border 'Cause I'm gettin' older, if only these years were movin' slower So many things I wanna fit in by the closure But my brain's fried, I'm burnt out and gettin' smoldered Like the weight that I hold on my shoulders was full of sulfur Comin' to grips with death like MC Ride But existential crises got me empty inside Misty-eyed memories crawl like centipedes in my mind Analyzin' every moment and what it signified Went through hard times like the cafe on Riverside Boggling to fathom where I'll end up when I'm sixty-five How many metaphors can your mind concoct To personify the constant grind of the life you've got? Personal revelations trapped behind the writer's block Lookin' for a spark to ignite 'em like a lightning rod [Christopher Michael Jensen & Cappie] Stunted growth and all these wilted hopes of endless feats, they empty me My impulses destroyed, anxious to fill the void and set me free, so desperately [Christopher Michael Jensen] Now age ain't nothin' but a number, but it's fuckin' up my slumber 'Bout a couple hundred months I spent just hustlin' for somethin' 'Cause when budgets don't get funded and your troubles keep on comin' Then you wonder if that stuff that you put up with was for nothin' When you're fantasizin', strivin' to be ballin' like you're Iverson But you're cryin' in the corner, bawlin' out your eyes instead Ambitions stallin', homies callin', sayin' try again Feelin' like you're failin', trailin', fallin' down behind the rest Ain't what I expected in my early adolescence Swallowed pride with a bitter pill, becoming acquiescent Hated mirror images in moments of reflection Can be barely palpable and never easily accepted Life lessons lessen when your teachers get to steppin' Left with nothin' but a bunch o' the same mistakes you keep regrettin' And when you keep regressin', well, then it begs the question If there's any future to be forged to map a happy endin' [Christopher Michael Jensen & Cappie] Stunted growth and all these wilted hopes of endless feats, they empty me My impulses destroyed, anxious to fill the void and set me free, so desperately [Christopher Michael Jensen] Can't picture fatherhood, don't know if I'll ever want it I've always felt unfulfilled and I don't know if I've got it In myself to instill in a seed what it needs When I can't even satisfy that part of me with my deeds I'm zonin' out on the daily, tryin' to wrap my head around Tying the knot one day so I can finally settle down But my stomach ties up in knots whenever thoughts Come of walkin' down the aisle and away from what I want Plus a girl deserves more than I can currently give And my fluctuating weight's a symbol for how I live With more ups and downs than the Konami Code Why do everyday milestones always feel impossible But when self doubt's breakin' out like a monster Then I'm brushin' up on bravery, repeating this mantra Nothin' grows in comfort zones, even plants need the storms Troubles sewn will come and go, but the persistent reap rewards [Christopher Michael Jensen & Cappie] Stunted growth and all these wilted hopes of endless feats, they empty me My impulses destroyed, anxious to fill the void and set me free, so desperately [Christopher Michael Jensen] Stunted growth and all these wilted hopes of endless feats, they empty me My impulses destroyed, anxious to fill the void and set me free

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A lot has changed since Christopher Michael Jensen's last release dropped in 2014. After touring the midwest, putting out a music video for every song on his previous CM Cool J album (13 in all), appearing on Sway Calloway's 'Sway In The Morning' show twice, and opening for a number of legendary acts (including Slick Rick, Cage, R.A. The Rugged Man, P.O.S, Gift Of Gab from Blackalicious, and more), he finally makes his return with a new set of songs. Chris's latest album is entitled A New Age - a name that has many meanings. Having just turned 30, it literally describes a new age in life for its creator and all that comes with getting older: looking back at how he got here and the challenges to be faced ahead in the next chapter. It describes a new age in hip hop and is a statement of how an artist who began penning rhymes way back in the year 2000 fits into the current musical landscape. It also describes a new age of politics in the United States and the ever-increasing uncertainty and fear that grips the nation, all of which is heavily examined on record. The 16-track project features production and guest appearances from several of the finest Minnesota talents today and over an hour of brand new music. With several dynamic turns, A New Age is C.M.J.'s most poignant work to date. The album deals with a variety of issues, both personal and worldly, filtering it all through the well-refined craft of a veteran Minneapolis emcee who continues to grow creatively with each project, displaying Chris's unique brand of insightful writing over emotionally-resonant and eclectic beats.

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released April 26, 2017

2017 © All Rights Reserved
Executive produced by Christopher Michael Jensen
All songs (except where noted) written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen
Track 1 produced by Blamsiss
Track 2 produced by Wesley Opus
Tracks 3, 6, and 10 produced by SOFTPORECORN
Tracks 4, 8, and 9 produced by Shrimpnose
Tracks 5 and 16 produced by Andre Mariette
Track 7 produced by Egypto Knuckles
Tracks 11, 12, and 15 produced by North Star Wisdom
Track 13 produced by Ackronem
Track 14 produced by Forecast
Tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12, 13, 14, and 16 mixed by Andre Mariette at Timbral Studios
Tracks 3, 4, 6, 10, and 15 mixed by Wesley Opus
All tracks mastered by Andre Mariette at Timbral Studios
Album photography and artwork design by Common Culture
Additional design work by Christopher Michael Jensen

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