"Gives me enormous pleasure tonight to kick off the show by introducin' a guy who works under the abbreviation C.M.J., but ladies and gentlemen, Christopher Michael Jensen"

Ohhhh, yo, we're just chillin' out, laying raps, yo

Yo, this is for my fans, all the vocal supporters
Even those never at shows 'cause of social disorders
A long time since recordin' on my parents' computer
To steppin' on stage with legends in a pair of my Pumas
Doin' tours cross country and heat it up like the Congo
Used to be an unknown name like John Doe
But I'm launchin' lyrics like a longbow
So that I can blow up like a bomb in the belly of Dodongo
'Cause I don't wanna flop like a bad diver
Put out o' work like Uber and Lyft did to cab drivers
And start bitterly succumbin' to misery
In an industry that screws more people than Glenn Quagmire
Need a place I can carve out and chisel
High stakes and my mind state's riddled with riddles
But I keep puttin' in time, though
Sniffin' out all the things that count with my nose to grindstones
Because

I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again and again and again
I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again, yo, you know
I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again and again and again
I go again and again, makin' music, again and again

Won't stop 'til I've written classics like Run-D.M.C.
Or episodes of The Simpsons in Season 3
A seasoned emcee like I'm covered in paprika
Ballers, put numbers on the boards like a math teacher
But I majored in English so when the song's on
I'm droppin' grammar like I let go of your mom's mom
That line was kind o' funny like a rom-com
And I got crowds cheerin' like they're wavin' pom-poms
From Minnesota, sayin' thangs like bangarang
Bangin' on my chest like I was an orangutan
Spent my life tryin' to make a name
That's synonymous with hip hop like Doug E. Fresh and Dana Dane
My lyrics stay on fleek like outdated slang
With greater flavor than the dipping sauce at Raising Cane's
I'll keep rappin' until I'm passin'
And then C.M.J. goes M.I.A. like “Paper Planes”
Because

I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again and again and again
I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again, yo, you know
I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again and again and again
I go again and again, makin' music, again and again

Even when distracted I'm glimpsin' goals in my peripheral
Never out o' sight, it's pivotal to get to the pinnacle
Keep my vision focused like LASIK
To do whatever it takes to make it
People used to clown me and doubt me and question my devotion
Then I hushed 'em up like a payment from Michael Cohen
What used to seem impossible becomin' plausible
Walkin' on the longest roads and hoppin' over obstacles
Gained strength from angst and what was hurtin' me
Slowly cuttin' out the adversity like a surgery
Takin' the bad and I'm makin' it good
'Cause there's a new day comin' like Xavier Woods, so
I'ma celebrate and let the confetti pop
Ready, go, never slow, green lights at every stop
And keep on droppin' cuts like when a machete chops
So make sure ya keep an eye out like Fetty Wap
Because

I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again and again and again
I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again, yo, you know
I go again and again, makin' music
Again and again and again and again
I go again and again, makin' music, again and again