Yeah, Christopher Michael Jensen, C.M.J., I've had a lot on my mind and, I'm just gonna try to get it all out

Keep livin', and keep goin'
I keep spittin', and keep flowin'
Keep breathin', and keep lookin'
I keep dreamin', and keep pushin'
Microphone check, one, two, one, two
I said microphone check, one, two, one, two
Testing, yo, I'm ready, are you?
Well, if you're ready, then I'm ready to groove

I'm just lookin' for my inner peace, in a seat scribbling
Emotions over symphonies from Infinity
And infinity's how many possibilities
That I could live to see manifest here literally
I'm like a mix between Chuck D and Chun-Li
Usin' knowledge to fight battles and succeed
The next successor, been spittin' since grade seven
Yes, and the last name's Jensen, not Jetson
But I am the future like Elroy
Rappin' 'til I'm red in the face like Hellboy
Carry a legacy like luggage to a bellboy
And shoulder that responsibility on my deltoids
An aspiration of ascertainin' the accolades and
Gainin' press coverage, in love with the public's affirmation
An obsession with gettin' it and I have to make it
Ain't succumbin' to a dry spell, no evaporation
So I rinse my hands while I soak my feet
Divin' in head first, man, and I don't believe
In astrology but I'm probably Aquemini
Outcasted from the masses, tryin' to rectify
All my shortcomings as I fall down like a Thwomp
'Cause these worries got me bogged down like a swamp
Time's of the essence, stressin' as the clock's tickin'
I'm pickin' up the story, writin' as the plot thickens

Keep livin', and keep goin'
I keep spittin', and keep flowin'
Keep breathin', and keep lookin'
I keep dreamin', and keep pushin'
Microphone check, one, two, one, two
I said microphone check, one, two, one, two
Testing, yo, I'm ready, are you?
Well, if you're ready, then I'm ready to groove

I had that lyrical combustion, songs like butane
Found meaning underground, then I went and made two tapes
I'm CM Cool J, told you it's a new age
Crafted an EP to ignite a few flames
'Cause things are different since I started this
Had to find the fire to get the spark again like an arsonist
I'm an artisan who's buildin' like some architects
But never fuck with the fake shit or the artifice
So fuck the cars, fuck a mansion and a chandelier
I just wanna try to save the world like a Planeteer
Yeah, I got heart like Ma-Ti
With enough moxie to make moves at mach speed
'Cause I'm way ahead of your sound, I got thermal verbals
Since a juvenile, 400 degree inferno
Top o' the thermometer, the rest turn cold
While I'm gettin' rough and rugged as a dirt road
I'm like a gerbil to these rappers, 'round 'em runnin' circles
And stylin' on 'em like an animal, a fur coat
I'm in merk mode, I'm Angela Merkel
Leading everything, first place since the first note
Otherworldly, words flow through wormholes
But when worse comes to worse, though, I just work mo'
I came to reign in Minnesota like I'm purple
With lines so sick, germaphobes hate my journals

Keep livin', and keep goin'
I keep spittin', and keep flowin'
Keep breathin', and keep lookin'
I keep dreamin', and keep pushin'
Microphone check, one, two, one, two
I said microphone check, one, two, one, two
Testing, yo, I'm ready, are you?
Well, if you're ready, then I'm ready to groove