The Chris Tape, Volume One

by Christopher Michael Jensen

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The Chris Tape, Volume One features 20 tracks, all with original production.

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released July 12, 2011

Executive produced by Christopher Michael Jensen.

Mixed by Christopher Michael Jensen & Andre Lipsey.

Mastered by Andre Lipsey.

All songs written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen, except where noted.

Producers include Ecid, ShawnWayne, Thawed Out, Domingo, Christopher Michael Jensen, Andre Lipsey, J Merce, Psycho Capone, The Big J, .dB, and C.K.

Guest appearances include Erok Foret, Ambrose of Option Two, Duenday, Bobby Phisher, Panash, .dB, Mary Ngunu, Andre Lipsey, RawGee, T.O.N.E., Nickle Nelly, MC Harv, and Model Citizen.

Cuts and scratches provided by Nimo The Hooligan.

Photography and artwork design by Christopher Michael Jensen.

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Track Name: Stick It In Your Ear (prod. by Ecid)
(Verse 1)
Hey yo, Ecid, give me a beat, I got a lot o' things I wanna pack in the track like it's mystery meat, it's been a long time since I first stepped on the scene, my name's Jensen, and I'm just reppin' my team, but much respect to emcees who are the greats today, that made it through bumps in the road just to pave the way, now we're the next generation like Captain Picard, and it's a long trek to become the next to rap with the stars, past days feelin' like, uhh, it's useless, but I dug down deep 'cause I love this music, and I, pulled out my spine, then I, pulled out my heart, stuck the, first in the second, now I, hold out my art, in the, palm of my fist, in the, shape of this disc, ain't no, callin' it quits, 'cause I, stay in the mix, until, every dream that was born in my brain is reincarnated in the form of today

(Chorus)
So let the beat groove and let the bass bump, make your feet move and light your face up, and if ya like what ya hear, then stick it in your ear 'cause this is hip hop for the masses, so let the beat groove and let the bass bump, make your feet move and light your face up, and if ya like what ya hear, then stick it in your ear 'cause we ain't gonna stop 'til they drag us

(Verse 2)
I heard somebody on the radio was sayin' that Minnesota hip hop was in a golden age and if that's the case then I'ma go write some stuff, that'll turn it platinum and exceed the Midas touch, knockin' out songs like shots from Mike Tyson's gloves, rap on a track and I'll spill twice the blood, sweat, and tears as my peers, then clean house and tidy up, and throw salt in the wound just to spice it up, like teriyaki, I'm very, very hot, see, I grab a microphone and I get arrogant and cocky, like Darren Aronofsky I'm writing a requiem, for every rapper slain in the game when I was checkin' 'em, and these words might lyrically sting, but I don't give a fuck like kids with purity rings, this is def material comin' out your stereo, 'cause when you play it, you bang it 'til you ain't hearin' a thing

(Chorus)
So let the beat groove and let the bass bump, make your feet move and light your face up, and if ya like what ya hear, then stick it in your ear 'cause this is hip hop for the masses, so let the beat groove and let the bass bump, make your feet move and light your face up, and if ya like what ya hear, then stick it in your ear 'cause we ain't gonna stop 'til they drag us

(Interlude)
Chris: Go
*Sample*: "Christopher Michael"
*Sample*: "Yeah, you met me before"
*Sample*: "I keep emcees lookin' out"
*Sample*: "Ya don't fuck with me"
*Sample*: "Christopher Michael"
*Sample*: "I'm the illest fuckin' rapper alive"
*Sample*: "If I said it, I meant it"
*Sample*: "Sissy"

(Verse 3)
Yo, people are drawn to the pictures I paint, just with the sounds I pronounce, ain't no visual aid, simple and plain like a blank sheet of paper, but what I think turns to ink within a blink, so say see ya later, hater, you can complain to the blogosphere, then try to call me out like an auctioneer, but I'll turn the tables like a DJ while you're ripping off material like Dane Cook did to Louis C.K., imitators get burned like incinerators, their fake raps were hatched in an incubator, but I'm a stalwart of the culture, the renaissance is Chris, and I'm starin' out at the audience, and in between is a mic like my middle name used to give my all to the crowd, and they give the same, I just lit the flame so that I can blaze a trail, and fly a pig through the first cold day in hell

(Chorus)
So let the beat groove and let the bass bump, make your feet move and light your face up, and if ya like what ya hear, then stick it in your ear 'cause this is hip hop for the masses, so let the beat groove and let the bass bump, make your feet move and light your face up, and if ya like what ya hear, then stick it in your ear 'cause we ain't gonna stop 'til they drag us

(Outro)
Chris: No
*Sample*: "Sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy"
Track Name: Memoirs (feat. Erok Foret; prod. by ShawnWayne)
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
As a kid I was passionate 'bout the things that I did, always wantin' to be big and as rich as it gets, yeah, really successful, might be silly in retro, but as a kid it's essential to not limit potential, my favorite sport that I did was to wrestle, long before I grappled with the shit that was stressful, 'cause dreams are fun when you're young, they don't seem dumb like they become when you're older, things never unfold like they're supposed to, even if you're bold, obstacles become boulders, actuality leads to practicality, reality's a bitch and she insists on salary, that's probably why we all sell out and get a job, gettin' lost in our own self doubt, doin' things that we don't like, the bar is lowered, stuck in limbo, wishin' we could start it over

(Chorus: Erok Foret & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Erok: These are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours, these are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours

(Verse 2: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Lookin' back, I had all the optimism in the world, with a heart to match, wishin' I could give it to a girl, and as a student, it's strange, 'cause when puberty came, females, you never viewed 'em the same, I always wanted someone to share it all with, but it wasn't that easy, I wasn't prepared to cross it, co-ed parties, playin' spin the bottle, and when it stopped, your head spun, it was like winnin' the lotto, things carried out so innocently, a little peck on the mouth or a kiss on the cheek, in some ways, I never got over my youth, things changed, and people started growin' up, too, these days, people spin the bottle at the tavern, and takin' a shot is like a shot at what matters, age gives way to wisdom and bitterness, and sometimes I just miss the innocence

(Chorus: Erok Foret & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Erok: These are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours, these are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours

(Verse 3: Erok Foret)
Eighth grade chemistry, maybe they remember me, take me to the back row, too late for my favorite seat, too shy to blatantly flirt 'cause I was bashful, and god, wasn't even probably, nothin' seemed to bother me as much as lunchroom robbery, which led to the food fights, head full of beans and rice, it seemed right until they caught me, and although I was often awkward, I found a way to charm her blossomed posture, into intertwinin', temperature climbin', still to this day I remember her spine, and it seemed we were never done cryin', lookin' back, I want love to live forever this time, hindsight is 20/20 towards 2012, I'll live my life if ya promise to live one yourself

(Chorus: Erok Foret & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Erok: These are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours, these are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours

(Chorus: Erok Foret & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Erok: These are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours, these are the memoirs
Chris: Reminisce
Erok: We remember ours
Chris: From December stars
Erok: To the summertime sunshine
Chris: One time
Erok: If you remember yours
Track Name: The Serum (prod. by Thawed Out)
(Intro)
Yo, does anybody else think that that sounds like a, like a goat in the beat, I just wanna make sure that I'm not the only one, alright, check this out, yo

(Verse)
Stop sleepin', this is musical insomnia, if I was off your radar, I'm stormin' your barometer, I'm from Minnesota, don't ya know, where the plows go and roam half the year 'cause the streets are always full o' snow, so I keep heat comin' from the grill, but I'm never blowin' smoke, save the bull for a rodeo, that's why the rhymes is timeless and never get dated, what's a pickup line, I only drop quotables, 'cause when I'm spittin', rewind buttons are hit in repetition, so can I get a witness for this deposition, the music's therapeutic and it's like an exorcism, unleashin' my inner demons on the record spinnin', I confess, man, I got more stress to get off my chest than the breasts in Pamela Anderson's dress, yes, when you get stretched thinner and thinner, so pound for pound, I wanna be a bigger winner, so every paragraph I'm rappin' I pack with the very fattest, carry that up on my back until it cracks and geriatrics have to assist me, I'm spitting, ripping, and tearing tracks up, amazin' and charismatic 'til I'm laid in a buried casket, that's a tongue twister, lyrical gun slinger when I write it and recite it on the mic and I bust in ya, eardrum, uh huh, I got the serum to cure 'em of what ails 'em, yeah, here comes Christopher, I'm on a roll like straight 'A' students, comin' correct a hundred percent with grade 'A' music, 'cause I make the sweet stuff like an Oompa-Loompa, so go and pick the shit up like a pooper-scooper, I'm like a Koopa Troopa, comin' out o' my shell, I wrote this on my Dell, hell, I really need a new computer, ha ha, that's a non sequitur, but it's true, man, yeah, I really need to get me one, I'm sayin', though, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do, and it's apparent that there is still a lot to prove, I may not be in front of a crowd at Bonnaroo, yet, but I'm doin' exactly what I've always wanted to, disbelievers, you think you know me like Edge, but you close-minded idiots need to open your heads, take the crap about rap out that you hold and accept, and stick your preconceived notions up your colon instead

(Outro)
Yo, I could go all day, man, I gotta stop somewhere, though, ya know, that was already like forty fuckin' bars with, no hook at all, ha ha ha, yeah, Christopher Michael, Jensen, yeah, let's do the next one
Track Name: Aimin' For Success (feat. Ambrose of Option Two & Duenday; prod. by Domingo)
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
I've been in this for a decade plus, so get lost, kids, leavin' a mark on the game like I scratched your Xbox disc

*Sample*: "Yeah"

(Christopher Michael Jensen)
I'm like a plant 'cause my roots are in the underground, so I can't let this music business fuck me now, C.M.J., D.I.Y., 'til I D-I-E, plus the music industry's DOA, R.I.P., but when you're independent no one's sympathetic, so to get respected you have to work extra hard for them to even give you credit, no one will call you for bookin' unless you're constantly lookin', in order to get a buzz you must always be workin', plus you gotta pony up the money, as well, which means less food in my belly, that's why I'm hungry as hell, not to mention it's a hassle to get your album up on the shelf, let alone tryin' to get somethin' to sell, so we're tryin' to get exposure any way that we can and hold up both our fists while we're takin' a stand

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
All the things that I do and then it's on to the next, I keep on makin' my move, but man, I have to confess, sometimes I really want to slow everything down and rest, but I refuse to lose, I keep aimin' for success

(Verse 2: Ambrose)
Uh, uh, everything's been backhanded to me, my life, it threw me through a loop, it's truly backwards, now I'm crass and unruly, who's he, the ultimate question that I'm always battlin', dually noted, all that matters is I'm focused and I'm adamant, wait a minute, shit, wait a few years of blood, sweat, and tears, and mic checkin' to peers and you'll appear, but only as a speck on the map, a few records under your belt but no respect for your tracks, and that's, all for some silly hype, in Minneap almost everybody raps, only a handful of 'em really write, I'm stupid supercilious towards these village idiots, and then again, I ain't the one rappin' for millions, somehow it's all worth it, the feelin' on stage is perfect, whether the place is totally dead or like a circus, our purpose, is to express exponentially, we're doin' what we love and we'll get some press eventually

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
All the things that I do and then it's on to the next, I keep on makin' my move, but man, I have to confess, sometimes I really want to slow everything down and rest, but I refuse to lose, I keep aimin' for success

(Verse 3: Initial MC)
Yo, I can't sit still, the feelin' in my stomach, got bills to pay and places I'm off runnin'

(In2wishin)
Slow down, Matt, you're goin' way too fast

(Initial MC)
Yo, fuck that, just talk and watch what I'm becomin', I can't think straight unless my mind's busy, always gotta give it everything I got in me, I just don't talk witty, I make plans, shake hands, all for the payin' fans who stick with me

*Sample*: "Yeah"

(Initial MC)
Waitin' to blow, playin' shows in other cities, or we sittin' at home plannin' our next move, text dudes, online, plug in our next tune, makin' sure the ones who don't know is the next two, the best two emcees come to the rescue, and let you know that the feelin' is special, so let's go, yo, we don't slow down for nothing, puttin' in work 'cause we gotta prove somethin', ya'll

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
All the things that I do and then it's on to the next, I keep on makin' my move, but man, I have to confess, sometimes I really want to slow everything down and rest, but I refuse to lose, I keep aimin' for success

(Verse 4: In2wishin)
Props to those who's supportin' us daily and none to the ones startin' beef with no gravy, dude, you're not tasty, quit lickin' your lips, fuck a sex symbol, you ain't represent shit, me, I represent real music preservation, I'm cleverly struttin' and lovin' the government, cuttin' the food ration, I gotta be patient if I wanna get my pension, it's Duenday and Christopher Michael Jensen, the way you twistin' and turnin' gets you a dense, son, I stay on course and don't wear out my engine, I know the drugs and the women and they will tempt you, but she got back and she's really into In2, she love the way I sound in the radio edit, so am I goin' home with her, yeah, you bet it's true, and after I smash honey and rest, I'll ask for a little gas money, I'm aimin' for success

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
All the things that I do and then it's on to the next, I keep on makin' my move, but man, I have to confess, sometimes I really want to slow everything down and rest, but I refuse to lose, I keep aimin' for success
Track Name: Shadow (prod. by Christopher Michael Jensen)
(Verse 1)
He wrote all his thoughts in a journal by his bedside, life full o' hurdles, like a turtle he would get by, slow in his pace, and though he would face problems, he kept his nose to the chase, tryin' to finish first, he had hope as he raced, but didn't even know where to go as he paced, never had a woman, didn't know the embrace, cried at night as he stroked his own face, it was hard by his lonesome, he didn't even feel real, he was scarred by emotions stuffed inside like a can of worms, and it hurt, he felt like a salmon cursed, he wished each day would be one for the books, but he kept gettin' older and love wouldn't look over his shoulder, it must have been took by society, as the sun set quietly

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "As he faced the sun, he cast no shadow"

(Verse 2)
Feelin' suffocated and his writing reflected it, depressed inside, but his friends never detected it, he could have turned to drugs, but he never messed with 'em, weird looks from peers, he thought they thought less of him, spent lots of time by himself in a dark place, nursing his woes, he was coping with heartbreak, no where to turn like the end of a car chase, crashed in his bed while he slammed on the hard brakes, a hard way to navigate through life, and he knew that he had to face new heights, but with no rope to pull him to safety, he fastened himself to the unknown to break free, taking a chance with no guarantees, a new road, didn't know where it would lead, less traveled for a reason, maybe that was the case, but he followed no one and cast the shadow away

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "As he faced the sun, he cast no shadow"

(Bridge)
*Sample*: "As they took his soul, they stole his pride"
Chris: An outcast just lookin' for his place, didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say
*Sample*: "As they took his soul, they stole his pride"
Chris: He relinquished his pain, and hollowed out a voice from the noise in his brain
*Sample*: "As they took his soul, they stole his pride"
Chris: Could have perished in embarrassment, but he found inner peace and he learned how to carry it
*Sample*: "As they took his soul, they stole his pride"
Chris: But he took wisdom and found that discovery, in the end was the key to recovery

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "As he faced the sun, he cast no shadow"
Track Name: Lucid Dreams (feat. Bobby Phisher; prod. by Andre Lipsey)
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Sometimes I wish I could live two lives just to compare the difference, I stare at pictures, just the negatives, in a dark room with photographs, lookin' for the positive through the eyes of a pessimist, unfulfilled potential like an innocent man killed on death row, so I still my pencil, feelin' isolated in the corner with a mask, man, it's hard to look forward to the past, a nightmare that I know I'm in, American dreams become lucid, so I try to take control of 'em, it's like the whole Earth's on me, I'm comin' out of the underground a sleepwalking zombie, hungry for brains, nah, just lookin' for my peace of mind, we can go to war with words 'cause I'm at peace with rhymes, livin' in a paradox, as the numbness subsides, I think the effects of this life are wearin' off, I don't know if I can relate my depression to yours, walkin' this path, window shopping at medicine stores, scopin' pharmaceuticals, fixated on a heart that's beautiful, but it's hard as usual, they say it's not quite as good to have never loved, it's better to have loved and lost, but what I lost I never had, and still I paid the cost and it's sad, feelin' like I got hit with the coup de grâce, the truth is false, the problem's solved, but the answer's problematic, stuck inside of this equation 'cause I've gotta have it, but it's not addin' up, I feel divided as things keep multiplyin' all of my subtractions, it blows my mind like an automatic, I don't believe in the man upstairs, but something still haunts my attic, and it scares me, it's fuckin' scary, man

(Verse 2: Bobby Phisher)
The wind washes away trails of yesterday, suppressed excess, starts to escape, so if I say that we're insane for cravin' the sedative (yeah), then maybe Bobby Phisher doesn't need to be negative (uh uhh), all the time, I'm bleedin' over my bars until the listeners suffer blisters, surfacing to scars (ooohh), ya know the sky's the limit, the future is perfect, so I'm gonna sit with my thoughts, every system is nervous (it is), I see that's all irrelevant, though, as a ball o' clay, tossed through the scene, I mean, to decipher the way, Medusa's snake hair's growin' a gray (yeah) grudge today, 'cause even evil's gettin' older with a little delay, so break apart my psyche, and climb inside (climb inside), and sell tickets to the crickets for my carnival ride, ya know a few years back I had a dream about tomorrow, the pain subsides, I no longer chase or follow, this slate so desperate to slash and brush (brush), to paint the scenery greener, more lively and lush (lush), so, Deltron 2010, bring me a dream (uhh), where for a second I awake, I'm still 18, I'm never agin', never losin' one grain of sand, I'll never grieve, I'll never leave this Never Never Land (never), I've never really experienced true death (no, I haven't), only when the seasons are leavin', it takes my breath, and the past is passed, a small quarter in my head where I reside for thirty days (thirty days), passin' off as dead, when I'm moved from a gutter to a pile o' crap, from sheddin' tears, gaining fears, and pretending to rap, to a textbook life, livin' for material gain, I'll know my true purpose, and remain insane
Track Name: Christopher Explains It All (prod. by Christopher Michael Jensen)
(Opening)
*Sample*: "Nahh nahh nah nah nahhhh, nah nah nah nah nahhhh, alright, alright, nahh nahh nah nah nahhhh, nah nah nah nah nah nahhhh, way cool, nahh nahh nah nah nahhhh, nahh nahh nah nah nahhhh, nah nah nah nah nah nahhhh, just do it"

(Intro)
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm about to lay everything out, that's right, allow Christopher to explain it all

(Verse 1)
Minnesota resident, opposite o' reticent, boisterous rhymes, exclamatory sentences, English major, pen game excellent, give me any subject, I'll drop predicates, spit battle raps, call me warrior orator, kill 'em on a track, better yet, call me coroner, ya heard of us, official mic murderers, stickin' pitchforks through pretentious journalists, and it's a fact, wouldn't pay five cents for Chad Kroeger, and if I did, I'd want my nickel back, but really, though, I don't mean to be cynical, but half the songs out there are identical, the music industry killed the lyrical, while the digital killed the physical, and if video killed the radio star, then reality show killed the video

(Chorus)
Who, what, when, where, why, how, I'm there, to go break everything down right now for ya'll, 'cause Christopher explains it all, how, why, where, when, who, what, well, then, I guess I'm just gonna have to break it down for ya'll, 'cause Christopher explains it all

(Verse 2)
I'm lonely, but what else is new, if it weren't for rap, I don't know what the hell I'd do, this ain't a hobby, it's my life, livin' hip hop all day and into night, twenty-four hours, seven days a week, I don't rest on Sunday, I lay the beat, down, along with the vocals, hangin' out 'round town, rockin' for locals, I got the game locked in a chokehold like 50 rapped, but I ain't in da club, 'cause the dress code's bullshit, and I ain't gonna bill my hat, I rock a T-shirt, with a rapper on the front, wear a pair o' Chucks, jeans baggy on my gut, and when it's cold outside, maybe a sweatshirt with a hood, and I'm good

(Chorus)
Who, what, when, where, why, how, I'm there, to go break everything down right now for ya'll, 'cause Christopher explains it all, how, why, where, when, who, what, well, then, I guess I'm just gonna have to break it down for ya'll, 'cause Christopher explains it all

(Verse 3)
This is hip hop, and yeah, I get pissed off, but not about who's wearin' flip flops, or skinny jeans, who loves 'em, who doesn't, who another dude's fuckin’, or anything in between, half the shit rappers bitch about is so not important, I just ignore 'em, but don't get it twisted like a pubic hair, a lot o' ya'll are stupid, yeah, a bunch of pretentious nonsense is passed off as so called introspection, you're not interesting, just misdirected, without the time invested to do it right, the music might, sound good to you, but to me, I wanna puke at night, so I guess I do throw it up for ya'll, ha ha, I just had to explain it all

(Outro)
So now you know, Christopher Michael Jensen, that's seven syllables, I prob'ly got the longest rap name of anybody you know, ha ha, but this is who I am, Christopher explains it all
Track Name: Rain (prod. by J Merce)
(Intro)
*Sample*: "Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop"

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "It's rainin' so hard"
Chris: But I like the rain, so rain, rain, please stay another day, and if ya could, please help me wash away the pain, 'cause tears disappear in the midst of all the rain

(Verse)
I really like the rain, streamin' down my face, I like to walk through the drizzle and the sound it makes, is like music to my ears, forget hip hop, just the drip drop is beautiful to hear, the thunder and the lightning is wonderful, exciting, it brightens up my day, and I love it when I'm writing, it's kind o' subjective when people say beautiful day, the sun's alright but overrated when compared to rain, ya can't grow a flower without a little bit o' rainfall, something about it, so tranquil, people go AWOL, kids may stay in doors, prayin' for better weather, but don't let it go to waste, ya'll (waste, ya'll), 'cause outside it smells so good, so I just enjoy myself like a fellow should, the cool air's nice and I'm just savoring the day, 'cause it's not so bad if ya rain on my parade

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "It's rainin' so hard"
Chris: But I like the rain, so rain, rain, please stay another day, and if ya could, please help me wash away the pain, 'cause tears disappear in the midst of all the rain

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "It's rainin' so hard"
Chris: But I like the rain, so rain, rain, please stay another day, and if ya could, please help me wash away the pain, 'cause tears disappear in the midst of all the rain

(Bridge)
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, it ain't, man, it's just a bunch o' rain, the clouds come out and they make me wanna sang, so sing along, too, if ya feel the same, look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, it ain't, man, it's just a bunch o' rain, the clouds come out and they make me wanna sang, so sing along, too, if ya feel the same, 'cause it's

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "It's rainin' so hard"
Chris: But I like the rain, so rain, rain, please stay another day, and if ya could, please help me wash away the pain, 'cause tears disappear in the midst of all the rain

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "It's rainin' so hard"
Chris: But I like the rain, so rain, rain, please stay another day, and if ya could, please help me wash away the pain, 'cause tears disappear in the midst of all the rain

(Outro)
*Sample*: "Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, it's rainin' so hard"
Track Name: Throw Caution To Wind (prod. by Andre Lipsey)
(Intro)
Hey Andre, I remember dancin' to this track down in Mankato, when you were workin' on it, back when me and Jeremy came down to see you, remember we had it on loop for like over an hour, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, uh huh, who wants to have some fun, I do, yeah

(Chorus)
Yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind, yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind

(Verse 1)
I'm the sober dude at the party people think is drunk, 'cause I do what I want and don't give a fuck, dancin' and singin', I'm laughin' (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) and minglin', people ask why I'm different, I wanna live it up, my way, so you gotta give it up on, Friday to the dude who wants to mix it up, fuck sittin' at a bar, I'd rather spit a couple bars on the mic, yeah, man, and rip it up (that's right), write and slice with an edge to my lyrics, hip hop endowed me with a competitive spirit, Midwest music, made in the far north, and amongst many, C.M.J. is the dark horse (mm hmm), this here is a grassroots movement, you're AstroTurf and you lack improvement, so when I go out and craft this music, I make it so hot you can jack off to it

(Chorus)
Yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind, yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind

(Verse 2)
Forget bimbo centerfold skeletons, shout out to girls with thick hips and intelligence, she don't need makeup or lipstick, I'm tellin' ya (nah), fuck the fake image that they're sellin' us, I got a big mouth like pelicans, dissin' corny emcees just for the hell of it, some people used to diss Chris 'cause of his melanin, but that shit's so passe it's irrelevant, I get down in unconventional ways, I'm not fit for the world and I ain't gettin' in shape, I only exercise free speech, simple and plain, carve out my own niche with independence engraved, yeah, 'til the end of my days, when I'm six feet deep and I'm dead in the grave, but the song will live on when the record is played, and my voice will be heard and the message will say (say)

(Chorus)
Yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind, yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind

(Bridge)
So if you're doin' your own thing and like what ya like, and don't care what the next man's doin' with his life, throw caution to wind, middle finger in the air, 'cause you really don't care tonight, if you're doin' your own thing and like what ya like, and don't care what the next man's doin' with his life, throw caution to wind, middle finger in the air, 'cause you really don't care tonight, nah, you really don't care tonight, I said you really don't care tonight, throw caution to wind, middle finger in the air, 'cause you really don't care tonight, you just really don't care tonight, you couldn't give a fuck tonight, throw caution to wind, middle finger in the air, you don't even fuckin' care tonight, now bring the chorus in

(Chorus)
Yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind, yeah, let the party begin, I'ma keep it movin' from the start to the end, and it really ain't hard to market a trend, but I'ma do what I want and throw caution to wind
Track Name: Anarchy In The U.S. (prod. by ShawnWayne)
(Verse 1)
Hey yo, it's cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, some care little for the First Amendment but would go to war just to preserve the Second, and we do a disservice to high school graduates, when we ban books and censor passages, schools can't teach kids about havin' sex, and if they ask for that, they get abstinence, curriculums keep gettin' really dumb, so even if kids lack the facts they still pass the test, while close-minded conservatives, only teach one side to sheltered suburban kids, I'm tellin' you, man, the only way to further us is to stop cutting off info like tourniquets, and start opening up the dialogue, so I guess the real question is, why we're not

(Chorus)
Cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, it's a national debate, fear mongering, irrational and fake, yeah, it's cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, there's anarchy in the U.S., fight for what's right or freedom is useless

(Verse 2)
Religious traditions co-op the system, they join church with state 'cause of dogmatism, and turned Jesus to a symbol of hatred and interpreted his words into some bigoted statements, right-wing zealots never listen to gay kids, students try suicide, can't live with their pain and it's sad, I'm mad, we keep movin' back, losin' track of the human class, and some say they want lesser payment on welfare programs and education, they wanna reduce crime waves and save us, but don't properly invest the nation, they always talk about being fiscally responsible, while the expense of our defense is incomparable, if we had half the bombs and twice the books we might have twice the odds of half the crooks

(Chorus)
Cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, it's a national debate, fear mongering, irrational and fake, yeah, it's cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, there's anarchy in the U.S., fight for what's right or freedom is useless

(Verse 3)
We need less conspiracies about tyranny and more real solutions to steer for peace, and when it comes to the environment, we need scientists, not what the fringe thinks or quotes of what the Bible says, and Constitutional scholars always talk about the intent of the Founding Fathers, but next time ya ponder, remember they owned slaves, sometimes ya gotta update the problems, and update how ya solve 'em, it's a twenty-first century world that we're lost in, so many issues and mixed views within news, it's hard to sort it all out and get through, we're fightin' multiple wars, engulfed in a cultural storm, loss of jobs has us on a volatile course, oil runs high, lookin' for an alternate source, but without unity they're impossible chores

(Chorus)
Cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, it's a national debate, fear mongering, irrational and fake, yeah, it's cultural warfare, American madness, everybody on the lookout, but where are the answers, there's anarchy in the U.S., fight for what's right or freedom is useless
Track Name: I Just Wanna Go To The Show (prod. by ShawnWayne)
(Intro)
What, oh, shit, seriously, nice

(Verse 1)
I'm on the Internet reading some old news and see there's a show, I'd do anything to go to, but the only way I can make it to the concert, is if I can find a way to get off work, so I start sending texts to coworkers, beggin' and pleadin' for them to open their schedules to me and we had to switch two shifts, but we finally did it, now I just gotta get the tickets, but they're sold out, I'll have to buy 'em from a scalper on the web, so I find a good online vendor except, that the tickets listed on the site, have a service charge that's like twice the price of the ticket itself, but fuck it, it's worth the shit, so I take money out o' savings and purchase it, and as a result, now I'm flat broke, damn, I just wanna go to the show

(Chorus)
I don't really wanna deal with the drama, yo, I just wanna go to the show, I don't really care, I just wanna be there, 'cause yo, I just wanna go to the show, man, I don't really wanna deal with the drama, yo, I just wanna go to the show, and I don't really care, I just wanna be there, 'cause yo, I just wanna go to the show

(Verse 2)
Only one person I invited, is able to make it and they're not even that excited, go to pick her up and she's not even ready, the AC's broken and I'm feelin' hot and sweaty, over an hour later we're downtown and we have to park, lookin' for the cheapest place to stash my car, so I finally pull into the same lot, we just passed three times and I walk up to the pay box, ten bucks, if I was here just an hour less it would cost me half that, god damn it, now I'm stressed, finally arrive at the venue and it's packed, you'd think by now I'd get used to the fact, but I wanna get in because I'm stoked for some rap, but now I'm pissed 'cause I just missed the opening act, and the other act that I was really amped fo' called on the phone, they no showed and cancelled

(Chorus)
I don't really wanna deal with the drama, yo, I just wanna go to the show, I don't really care, I just wanna be there, 'cause yo, I just wanna go to the show, man, I don't really wanna deal with the drama, yo, I just wanna go to the show, and I don't really care, I just wanna be there, 'cause yo, I just wanna go to the show

(Verse 3)
I push through the crowd and I make it to the front, and there's a DJ whose playin' kind o' sucks, and the levels on the bass are killin' my eardrums, does the sound guy know the lyrics, ya can't hear 'em, gettin' nauseous from everybody smokin' weed, and some drunk girl spilled her beer all over me, and I'm so crammed that I'm gettin' atrophy, and now to top it off I have to pee, as I back out, some douche bag says not to touch him, well, I'm tryin' to get out, so go fuck yourself, the headliner's got us waitin' for an hour and a half, people gettin' restless, shoutin' at the staff, and for a closer he ends up bein' mediocre, ends it early and I'm just glad that it's over, disappointedly I walk back to my vehicle, but hey, it's gone, it got towed away (god damn it, what the fuck is)

(Chorus)
I don't really wanna deal with the drama, yo, I just wanna go to the show, I don't really care, I just wanna be there, 'cause yo, I just wanna go to the show, man, I don't really wanna deal with the drama, yo, I just wanna go to the show, and I don't really care, I just wanna be there, 'cause yo, I just wanna go to the show

(Outro)
Is that too much to ask
Track Name: Do It Again (prod. by Psycho Capone)
(Intro)
Ya know, I've been doin' this for a long time and, it's finally startin' to feel like, I'm gettin' to where I need to be, ya know, I feel like I'm on top, yeah

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again

(Verse 1)
This is scat rap, yeah, I'm talkin' shit, traveled up in the world and now I'm on top of it, like I just conquered it, with a puffed out chest, yes, the best is who you're now rockin' with, spittin' fire like I'm sippin' on kerosene, with more bang for your buck than Ron Jeremy, that's why these amateurs can't compare to me, their music's a joke, a song parody, fake thug image, you need a new look, ironic that you say you got a lot o' arms, ock, too puss, huh, I hold it down like a paperweight, you makin' techno pop, yeah, you play it safe, you on the radio, but I radiate, in the underground, where I aviate, yeah, so fly I'm a flight risk, so I'm on another plain when I write hits

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again

(Verse 2)
I got a dope flow, and I don't even smoke dro, my style's not good for the ozone, you wouldn't last long even if ya took a photo, 'cause your advertising sucks dick, no promo, I'm connected in music circles, C.M.J., but not the College Music Journal, just pass the mic, like Check Your Head, track three, and I'll start rapping and catchin' wreck, 'cause I represent like Illmatic, track nine, and put it down in every set, a hip hop head whose age is deceiving, done my homework, upgraded the teachings, learned from the past to give back to the current scene and won't stop 'til everyone's heard o' me, verbally I'm a beast to be reckoned with, that's who Christopher Michael Jensen is

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again

(Verse 3)
If you're the king then I'm placin' you in checkmate, 'cause the future's here like I made this in the next day, press play, and you'll see that I'm not in my right mind 'cause I'm stimulated in the left brain, my creativity's insane, I treat rappin' like Pac-Man, the Billy Mitchell of the game, soon as I spit the words out, so go ahead and make some noise like Merzbow, attackin' the track like I'm back with a vengeance, laughin' while craftin' with passion in excess, sellouts lack independence, I do it for the love with my tongue, every rap's like a French kiss, smashin' the records, acts of aggression enacted when odds are stacked up against us, school an emcee like the class was in session, so put your hands up like you're askin' a question

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again
Track Name: Wings Of An Albatross (prod. by Andre Lipsey)
(Intro)
*Sample*: "Hello, hello, hello, my love"

(Verse 1)
Late night, sitting in the park on some benches, staring at the sky and the stars in ascension, thinkin' 'bout life and I started pretending, because I'm always dreaming of another heart to connect with, and it really is hard to accept it when these days I don't even feel part of the friendships, they say time heals wounds, but the scar that I'm left with, only attracts unwanted attention, unsightly to a stranger's gaze, most look through me, viewing someone else's face, but in my fantasies the girl that just passed across loves me and has the wings of an albatross, secretly she admires what I do now, and soon enough she'll come back and swoop down and pick me up so I can travel away with her to the world she inhabits everyday, because

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "Baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea, ba- baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea"

(Verse 2)
I got a thing for imaginary women, you know the type, the kind that are very different, who probably exist in a parallel dimension with my doppelganger where the hell is lessened, the kind o' girl that loves art and music, offbeat personality, and smart, not stupid, up until now I've only seen her as a silhouette, the kind that my mind's eye intercepts, but I wish you would step into better view, out of the darkness, if you're lost, I'll come and rescue you, but in the light you don't seem like the type that needs much help, you're more like the kind that could save me from myself, I'm waiting for you to sweep me, off of my Converse All-Stars into the sea's breeze, some settle for love with their feet on the ground, but, I'm much more happy in the clouds, because

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "Baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea, ba- baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea"

(Verse 3)
But truthfully, I'm sick of writing love songs in the singular, 'cause my dream girl is no one in particular, so when I picture her, she's just a product of my own vices and interests, a boyhood dream, a triflin' mistress, real love alludes me, even though it moves me, the soothing feeling, it's like a movie, continually drooling over this faceless bird maybe absurd 'cause who am I fooling, what if this portrait of you, is really just me with a Fallopian tube, I wouldn't know what to do, you've gotta be realer than just my torrid projections, where are you is not a rhetorical question, emotional exhaustion, I'm tired, alright, I think I'll just catch up on my REM like Michael Stipe, at least there is where I know you will be, and I'm in your arms, flying over the sea, because

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "Baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea, ba- baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea"

(Outro)
*Sample*: "Hello, hello, hello, my"
Track Name: Kill Screen (prod. by The Big J)
(Intro)
*Sample*: "Shall we play a game"

(Verse 1)
Yo, let the games begin, that's all life is, right, we just play to win, I woke up with a kink in my neck, difficult to hold my head high as I get out of bed, in the same pair of clothes as the last couples days, the months all run together inside of my brain, ever since I finished school, goals become unclear and accomplishment is miniscule, it's houndin' me, lookin' at life nostalgically, has got me feelin' out of sync with reality, wondering if old friends would still be proud of me, or would they just turn away and frown on me, each afternoon takes more out of me, and sadness manifests into calories, as night falls over day and the game in which we play becomes a little more challenging

(Verse 2)
The light reflects off the surface of the moon, yet the opposite side is where I feel more attuned, walking down the streets of Minneapolis, with a guarded heart and that's the reason why I'm hazardous, I feel drained like they stuck me with some catheters, my sailboat stopped abruptly before the wind blew back at us, and everybody wants to laugh it up, and if the joke's on them, well, then I guess it fell flat as fuck, feelin' like I'm at a stand still, buryin' emotions like Atari cartridges in a landfill, relics of my better days lay in waste, digging up the same things just to pile on the pain, I'm tired of this game, wish I could file it away and delete the folder, walking miles in a haze 'til I reach a club with an entry fee, and I pay the price for another night in an empty scene

(Verse 3)
The play list is boring, but the people don't seem to care, when you're with someone special and you feel needed there, but when you're sober everything moves slower, details stick out in your spleen 'til it seems like an ulcer, for some life's something to pass the time with, others focus on good deeds and acts of kindness, some slash the prices and live real cheap, because it's costly to dig real deep, it always seems like I'm somewhere in between a state of depression and a fulfilled dream, I scored points early on, but now the church is gone, mashin' buttons as I'm comin' up upon the kill screen, it's game over and I wasn't given any credit, cut out of a scene that I wish that I could edit, and since I couldn't set it back at the start again, I'm livin' with regret and all these feelings that I'm harborin'
Track Name: I've Been Down (feat. Panash, .dB, & Mary Ngunu; prod. by Thawed Out)
(Intro: Mary Ngunu)
Oooohh oohh oohh oooohh, whooohh oooohh ooohh, oooohh oohh oohh oooohh

(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
What if you could rewrite your history and turn sad symphonies into anthems of inner peace, a life is a terrible thing to chase, the prize just out of reach on a string that hangs

(Mary Ngunu)
Whooohh ooohh ooohh oohh

(Christopher Michael Jensen)
Shootin' from the hip, but now I need my hip replaced, 'cause I fell down on my luck, just tripped and sprained, and I feel like opportunities were squandered, and bothered by the fact that my mind wandered, I lost focus and now I'm just squinting, tryin' to read the answer written in small printing, sinking, so now I'm swimming through the pain without flinching, living without blinking, 'cause I don't wanna miss things as they pass by, nah, man, this is the last time

(Mary Ngunu)
Whooohh oooohh ooohh

(Christopher Michael Jensen)
'Cause in the past I let it slip away, but you can still write tomorrow, starting with today

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Mary Ngunu)
I'm just tryin' to do what I can do, and make it even when I feel confused, and I know that I've been down, but I am still around, and I keep on pullin' through to continue

(Mary Ngunu)
Oooohh

(Verse 2: Panash)
Yeah, listen, I've been down, but I got up, and yeah, I was a product of a city where you succeed based on grind and not luck, used to have a problem thinkin' for myself, comin' up with food for thought often ended up a mental potluck, I just gotta make it like Tremaine before the fade, so I can end up like Trigga Trey after the braids, I'm out here rappin' like Kanye before he graduated, so I can end up like Kanye after he Taylorgated, you can laugh now, but I promise to get the last one, ever went two weeks of winter without the lights or the gas on, whole household sleepin' in one room by that fireplace, with that up on my mind I know I gotta make it up to that higher place

(Mary Ngunu)
Whooohh oooohh ooohh

(Panash)
I've been down, really down, but I ain't six feet yet, since I ain't at the top, I know I still ain't succeed yet, ya gotta crawl to learn to walk, find a smile within the cries, gotta take a share o' your bumps, gotta fall to learn to rise

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Mary Ngunu)
I'm just tryin' to do what I can do, and make it even when I feel confused, and I know that I've been down, but I am still around, and I keep on pullin' through to continue

(Verse 3: .dB)
May not be where I wanna be in life, but I'm tryin', it's hard to quit when you have the heart of a lion, I got with the wrong crowds and made some poor decisions, it all made sense if you could see how we was livin'

(Mary Ngunu)
Yeah, yeahh

(.dB)
Life is hard, but bein' poor made it harder, drownin' in debt, tryin' to stay above the water, pain and sacrifice pays off in the end, so sorrow is the only thing in which I can depend, no heat in the winter, we had frozen toilets, no hot water either, so we had to boil it, the ups and downs in life will always stress you out, but no matter how hard it got we always enjoyed it, see, I'm a firm believer, and life is what you make it, see, greatness is defined by how far you plannin' on takin' it

(Mary Ngunu)
Oohh oooohh

(.dB)
Me, I take it to the top and that's a promise, no matter how high I get I always spit knowledge

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Mary Ngunu)
I'm just tryin' to do what I can do, and make it even when I feel confused, and I know that I've been down, but I am still around, and I keep on pullin' through to continue

(Outro: Mary Ngunu)
Oohh oohh ooohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh, whooohh oooohh ooohh, ooohh ooohh ooohh oohh
Track Name: Wake Up (feat. Andre Lipsey, RawGee, & T.O.N.E.; prod. by Andre Lipsey)
(Intro: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Yo, I got respect for all hip hop, man, both mainstream and underground, as long as it's good, but if you don't care about your craft, about the lyrics you're spittin' or the rhymes that you're comin' up with, or being creative, then why the fuck are you doing this

(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Attention, all of you weak rhymers, you gave it your best shot, now it's time to cease fire, quit tryin' to reinvent the wheel and just retire, for a tough guy your shit's soft like you eat fiber, but we're not gonna take it like Dee Snider, so I called Andre for a track, and the beat's fire, I know you feel the pressure like a deep sea diver, 'cause you're wet behind the ears and wanna be like us, you're a poser with no apologies, focused on all the hottest things, formulaic, bitin' like a cobra to get a following, whatever's popular, you copy it and rip it off, but you need to stay in your lane and turn your blinker off, you aimed high, but you missed the mark, you only made a couple o' bucks and now you think you're livin' large, but you're thinkin' wrong, all you chicken shits are the biggest cocks, so fuck it, suck it, find a douche and rinse it off

(Verse 2: Andre Lipsey)
Then step into my club, we're havin' a conversation on whether or not we know the recipe for the ratin's, bass got drinks shakin', drugs got me sedatin', shout out to bad bitches and ayyy, this shit's Cajun, and I fuck with all three, so I can't hate, but give me a damn break, how much can a man take (make take), I'm surrounded by the realest in the damn states, plantin' seeds for the green on a different landscape, gettin' off like caps durin' Spangled Banner, man, I hit a track and I leave it in a mangled manner, A-N-D-R excellent, hot excrement, ignorin' fake shit up in that stall next to him, and it's like I got my feet up, them dudes can't see me (can't see me), the ruse gettin' old and gray just like Pee-wee, hypnotist MP3's, when I listen deeply, all I hear is you are getting, you are getting sleepy

(Chorus 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: You claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number one, let me show you how it's done

(Verse 3: RawGee)
Ha, look, lesson number one, I'ma show you how it's done, lyrical word for bullets, I ain't even need a gun, I don't reap, I preacher, son, 'til the day they creepin' come, and then they gonna judge me as one o' the best that done, so anything I rap about, that comin' out the back o' mouth, you best believe I act it out, quit actin', dog, just rap it out, whether it that Cadillac, the jewels or guns you claim you pack, I shatter cats on multitracks, or punch 'em in they cataract, matter fact I'm still standin', poppin' off like bottle seal, don't you see me risin' up like Champagne, pop, I got that deal, stay creepin' on the come up, move slow just like a Navy Seal, we all up in your grill, Bobby Flay, machete kill, so any rapper out that think they raps can really fuck with mine, I take 'em out they shoes, I'm the first to the finish line, and all they talk is green, the only thing they see is lime, you'll never get my rhyme if you don't read between the line

(Chorus 2: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: You claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number two, let me show you what to do

(Verse 4: T.O.N.E.)
Uh, uh, Chris, what's good, uh, I'm back, homeboy, it's time to wake up, ski mask way that got a nigga's cake up, people hate and niggas wantin' to erase us, we too thorough and you little niggas basic, it's Underrated's year, time to realize, we takin' over, sorry, little guys, made my own craft, you too busy tryin' to make up Wayne, Autotune actors, call 'em T-Lame, I'm South Side's savior, Minnesota monster, fettuccini flow, I'll spill a nigga's pasta, blow the boy's noodles, playin' with my Roman numerals, delivery, loco, vocal, ocho, you a so so, better yet, no no, ridin' shotgun, marijuana smell, Bono, it's U.R. 'til the death of me, I got the recipe, wake up, stop stressin' me, T.O.N.E.

(Chorus 3: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: You claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number three, let me repeat

(Chorus 4: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: Yo, you claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number four, let me show you the door
Track Name: Hangin' Out (feat. Nickle Nelly; prod. by Thawed Out)
(Intro: Nickle Nelly)
What up, Chris, Mr. Jensen, in the flesh, what am I doing, oh, I'm just hangin' out, that's all I'm doin', oh, really, I didn't know you were into that kind o' stuff, that's sort o' weird,

(Christopher Michael Jensen)
Ha ha ha ha ha

(Nickle Nelly)
Ha ha ha ha ha, please don't tell me that in the future

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
We're just hangin' out, but you can come, too, with a couple emcees on a musical cruise, man, there ain't nothin' to it, we just do what we do, makin' music for the people, yeah, we do this for you, we're just hangin' out, but you can come, too, with a couple emcees on a musical cruise, man, there ain't nothin' to it, we just do what we do, makin' music for the people, yeah, we do this for you

(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Yo, I was born in '86, check my baby pics, ever since a young'n, stunnin', stuck on a creative tip, now I'm making hits with Nickle Nelly and the ladies flip, and the fellas are jealous, they tell us we're their favorites, chillin' out in the house, lean back like the Rockaway, detoxin' on some Dr. Pepper like I'm Dr. Dre, playin' Super Nintendo as I groove to the tempo, ascendin' level by level 'cause every move is essential, and that goes for my place in this hip hop game, too, I stay true to myself 'cause I ain't you, independent as hell, I lack money but I make due, by any means necessary until I break through, take one, take two, don't even need a take three, just give me a break beat and a great tune to create to, can you handle this, we put, fire on wax like candle wicks

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
We're just hangin' out, but you can come, too, with a couple emcees on a musical cruise, man, there ain't nothin' to it, we just do what we do, makin' music for the people, yeah, we do this for you

(Christopher Michael Jensen & Nickle Nelly)
We're just hangin' out

(Christopher Michael Jensen)
But you can come, too, with a couple emcees on a musical cruise, man, there ain't nothin' to it, we just do what we do, makin' music for the people, yeah, we do this for you

(Verse 2: Nickle Nelly)
I'm just hangin' in the wind, better watch out when I'm playin' Gin, it's a game I made up where you drink some Tanqueray and win, flippin' channel after channel on a cable binge, man, I'd stick Fable in but I've only got a PlayStation, I've got some chores, I know I should go get on my horse, but I'm busy flowin' 'til I'm hoarse, I'll show no remorse, I'm posted up, you ask if I'll go outside, are you out your mind, it's like five degrees, so freezin' cold I'll die, I'm munchin' on some Chex Mix, watchin' episodes o' Dexter since, that's the next disc on my Netflix, and after this maybe a burger and some Tetris, then I'll text pics to Jenn Sterger of Brett's dick, soon it's back to spittin' rap lines, got my axe grinded, ready to snap on some tracks, find C.M.J., send the bat signal to the black sky, 'cause it's show time, flow time, there's no time to ask why

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
We're just hangin' out, but you can come, too, with a couple emcees on a musical cruise, man, there ain't nothin' to it, we just do what we do, makin' music for the people, yeah, we do this for you, we're just hangin' out, but you can come, too, with a couple emcees on a musical cruise, man, there ain't nothin' to it, we just do what we do, makin' music for the people, yeah, we do this for you

(Outro: Christopher Michael Jensen & Nickle Nelly)
Chris: For you, yeah
Nickle: We're just hangin' out
Chris: C.M.J., Nickle Nelly
Nickle: Relaxin'
Chris: Uh huh, yeah
Nickle: Peace
Track Name: Endorphins (feat. MC Harv; prod. by Thawed Out)
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
I just got paid, put some in the bank, filled up my car and finally got enough in the tank, man, I'm lovin' this day, I'm done with the pain, endorphins, a natural drug for the brain, they got me tweakin', gonna be an awesome weekend, pass through the fast food lane and start eatin' (mm mmm), and wash it down with a nice cold soft drink, then bounce out to the mall for some shoppin', and maybe get me a new shirt (yeah), so I'm hoppin' from spot to spot like Q-Bert (heh), and after I leave and I'm on my way home, I hear a ring (rrrringggg) with a call on the phone, so I answer it, and we plan a bit, for another adventure that can't be missed, so I drive myself to hang out with my friends, all night long, for hours on end

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
It's all good (it's all good), it's alright (it's alright), we're just havin' some fun tonight (tonight), with good friends (good friends), and great times (great times), we're just tryin' to live our life, it's all good (it's all good), it's alright (it's alright), we're just havin' some fun tonight (tonight), with good friends (good friends), and great times (great times), we're just tryin' to live our life

(Verse 2: MC Harv)
When it gets sunny, somethin' in me wanna grab a six pack o' Summit, or something more expensive 'cause I just got paid, playin' Salt-N-Pepa out the boombox in the shade, it's too hot, but no complaints, spent too much o' winter in doors, I tell ya, this spring and summer weather is what I live for, Minneapolis to St. Paul, all of 'em have made it out, first nice day, make it worth our wait, perfect opportunity to pop a PBR and think about, kickin' back, relaxin', cut the kid some slack, I've been about my business for a minute, today that'll take a backseat to just chillin', killin' time with my peoples, need to unwind a little bit, this beach is peaceful, it's no Cali coast, I suppose, but I'd rather brag about what I have than feel the lack of what I don't, tryin' to live my life to the fullest

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
It's all good (it's all good), it's alright (it's alright), we're just havin' some fun tonight (tonight), with good friends (good friends), and great times (great times), we're just tryin' to live our life, it's all good (it's all good), it's alright (it's alright), we're just havin' some fun tonight (tonight), with good friends (good friends), and great times (great times), we're just tryin' to live our life
Track Name: Built To Last (feat. Model Citizen; prod. by .dB)
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Yo, you can catch me in Dinkytown, chillin' like Bob Dylan, lyrics killin' 'em all, it's like I'm buildin' a bomb, stealin' the spotlight, right, it's like a villain's involved, reelin' 'em in like fish, adults, kids, and all children, willin' to stop, nah, I'm not willin', yo, I'm Minnesota's top contender like Brock Lesnar, with top billin', and I got skills so I'm hot, sweat drippin' off, spillin', it's me against the world like Pac and Scott Pilgrim, I outline your demise like cops scribblin' with chalk on the sidewalk when you're not livin', on the crime scene with rhyme schemes I got, thrillin' and fillin' your head to the max with raps, I got millions, in fact, I got zillions to last, I'm not kiddin', you better pop pills in your mouth to stop feelin' all the pain in your brain when I rock pavilions, bring an era of terror and drop buildings on top of 'em

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Because I'm built to last, you stupid emcees can't kill these tracks like I can, I'll rhyme until I'm passed, sayin', fuck 'em, because I'm, just built to last, you stupid emcees can't kill these tracks like I can, I'll rhyme until I'm passed, sayin', what

(Verse 2: Christopher Michael Jensen)
I'll take it back like a lateral pass was thrown, givin' wack ass rappin' clones the boot like Battletoads, I told you I was built to last and so I have to show you that I can do it until my casket's closed, you wanna get it crackin', man, I'll crack your bones, strike you with the mic, beat you down and smash your skull, after a show I'll snatch your gold, snap your platinum plaque in half and go out and trash your home, I don't even own a gun, but I don't need to pack the chrome, my lyrics alone will lay you up in catacombs, so let the facts be known, since my first talent show, I've rocked the crowd from front to back like a palindrome, my flow's spot on like calico, so all of these wannabe gangsters and Al Capones need to go back to the lab and rewrite for at least a decade and a half to compose like Axl Rose, ohhhh

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Because I'm built to last, you stupid emcees can't kill these tracks like I can, I'll rhyme until I'm passed, sayin', fuck 'em, because I'm, just built to last, you stupid emcees can't kill these tracks like I can, I'll rhyme until I'm passed, sayin', what

(Verse 3: Model Citizen)
Yo, it's murder, end o' story, yeah, I'm hazardous, 'cause every battle rap's attached to Surgeon General's warnings, worse than Purgatory, I'ma drag ya to hell, and you'll get hurt if you ignore me, I've had it with the smell of all the, rotting corpses of those wack emcees who by some ungodly force chose to scrap with me, 'cause you're no match for me, son, I'm so dastardly I blow my nose and it snows so I don't have to sleep, I could go half a week awake, comin' with dopeness, while I blow a bag o' weed, I'm in a haze but I'm focused, yo, it's Model Citizen, that bottle grippin' dissident, omnipotent but godless, ya'll, I'm on a lot o' different shit, rockin' a fitted with Airs don't make ya hardcore, and a fedora and Chucks don't make ya deep, uh uh, ya'll are just an embarrassment to the art form with horrible motherfuckin' flows and lame beats, but, I'm not a hater, I just cuss a lot, because you're claimin' to be major but ain't comin' hot, baby, I'm a juggernaut, comin' off a wicked hangover 'cause I’m drunk a lot, but you'll prob'ly wish I stayed sober, or stayed home or somethin', it's game over when I punch in, lames, go away, we're takin' over the conjunction junction with a function to munch anybody who comes and it's lunch and I'm a glutton for consumption, what, man

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Because I'm built to last, you stupid emcees can't kill these tracks like I can, I'll rhyme until I'm passed, sayin', fuck 'em, because I'm, just built to last, you stupid emcees can't kill these tracks like I can, I'll rhyme until I'm passed, sayin', what
Track Name: Late Night Thoughts (prod. by C.K.)
(Verse 1)
Sabac Red said the world's a contradiction, so many questions, from girls to God's existence, a loner by decision, but I slept with division, now defense mechanisms get hurled at opposition, I felt the anger soon as they mounted it, but I'm just tryin' to reroute the ship, when you spend fake currency your life becomes counterfeit, I'm done buying into ignorance, I've grown out of it, I killed my high horse and made it into glue, now I feel anew, intoxicated from the fumes, hope and change are not just slogans, but political opponents tell us they're bogus, fuck that, give me a slow death before I regress back to bein' teenaged and hopeless, I'm focused, but the object's unclear, and that's what everybody wants to come near

(Chorus)
Thoughts goin' through my mind, I think about 'em all the time, they just keep me up at night, late when I write

(Verse 2)
Maybe some only see the glass as half full 'cause they used the first half to wash down the Paxil, it's like soon as I flipped the tassel, king of the mountain became an uphill battle, money on my mind and depression in my pocket, up against the wall 'cause there's nothin' in my wallet, pluggin' in the socket, tryin' to shock me back to life, but I'm burned out from seein' red, so I'm stoppin' at the light, scrapin' together the cost o' livin', pissed off 'cause I don't got a pot to piss in, with no profit, no tellin' the future, I just hope it's not beggin' for respect as a moocher, I'm used to seeing silver linings, but golden opportunities still define me, ain't no gain without pain and torment, the cookie crumbles to attain the fortune

(Chorus)
Thoughts goin' through my mind, I think about 'em all the time, they just keep me up at night, late when I write

(Verse 3)
Old friends showed their true colors and turned a different shade, I guess while some grow, another person can decay, and honestly, it makes me wanna scream at the top o' my lungs 'til they're burstin' into flames, heads can roll, but cooler heads prevail, so there's no need to recede, retread, and fail, movin' on to graze greener pastures, lookin' ahead to achieve the answers, 'cause life is intense when you're searchin' for more than a dead end job and a white picket fence, so I fight with a sense of urgency, urging me to reach the horizon by looking up vertically, the normative is boring and it's not for me, so I gotta defy the odds as an oddity, it keeps me up when I should get to bed, thoughts billowin' when I grab a pillow and rest my head

(Chorus)
Thoughts goin' through my mind, I think about 'em all the time, they just keep me up at night, late when I write