(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
The soundtrack to my life could never be licensed for retail, too many artists, high prices, and details, I'm caught in the dissonance of various songs, carried along in my iPod, together's where they belong, Cobain was right, the worst crime is fakin' it, so walk on hot coals, make a bed o' nails and lay in it, 'cause keepin' it real should be everybody's ethos, strip away everything, bare it all like peep shows, free as a bird, writin' lyrics with a feather, spill from the quill and stain the page with miracles forever like an angel, replaced the halo with a Kangol hat, me and Matt havin' a blast like Space Ghost, I spread it on thick like bagels, with page after page, words burstin' at the staples, so you know it's goin' down like Draino, it's all gravy, mash the beat up like potatoes

(Verse 2: Model Citizen)
Straight out o' Uptown, it's the 80's babies makin' a fuss now, lately we ain't even patient, we've been waitin' to announce our arrival, I'm an atheist, denouncin' the Bible, but sweet Jesus, this beat is takin' me out to revival, and my, sound and my style and my flow are so superior, right now I'm so high that my toes are nowhere near the Earth, I'm floatin' where the meteors are whizzin' right past, homie, carryin' some Beefeater hidden inside a flask, I'ma crash your party, ya'll, and turn your bachelor pad into Mardi Gras, I'll have your girls flashin', discarding all of their clothes and inhibitions on the floor or in the kitchen, it's the Citizen, though, so ya'll should know this is a given, and if you didn't, then listen, 'cause I'm cluin' ya in, I get belligerent and grip a number two or a pen, and the shit that ends up written is the flu, it's the bends, it's the mumps, it's the sickness that you and your friends bump

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen)
Chris: I, I can do it, I can do it now, I, I can do this
Chris & Citizen: Beautifully stupid music, vibe to this
Chris: I, I can do it, I can do it now, I, I can do this
Chris & Citizen: Beautifully stupid music, vibe to this

(Verse 3: Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen)
Chris: I'm scary with the wordplay, and the children are startled, king of the mountain, how I could just a Kilimanjaro
Citizen: Fill a cigar full, of the sticky icky icky, it's the Twin Cities indi committee flippin' the diddy, admittedly, me and Chris be like Pippen and Jordan, see, I'm slick with the assist, give him the brick and he's scorin'
Chris: Hit up BitTorrent, you can cop it for free, if you feel it, you can steal it, it's not botherin' me
Citizen: Dog, anonymously, I could write your measly record for a nominal fee, see, you could finally be respected
Chris: You injected the vain and it infected the game, a bunch o' lames with inauthentic prosthetics and canes
Citizen: Yo, you act tough, but I swear your sound's slapstick, you're crackin' me up like dry air without chap stick
Chris: This is a classic from the Jensen brothers, bringin' back the boom bap
Chris & Citizen: On pretentious fuckers

(Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen)
Chris: I, I can do it, I can do it now, I, I can do this
Chris & Citizen: Beautifully stupid music, vibe to this
Chris: I, I can do it, I can do it now, I, I can do this
Chris & Citizen: Beautifully stupid music, vibe to this