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Let The Choir Have Some (Single)

by EQs-Men

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1.
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen) Seven billion pairs of shoes walk Earth's soil, and a lot got a hole in their sole from the toil, feelin' real hot headed, I'm sweatin', my blood boils, milkin' me for everything that I got 'til it spoils, brain is faded, emaciated from malnutrition, feels like feces, I thought my species was altruistic, but it's a landscape of snakes and landmines, and it's a struggle to juggle your troubles with hands tied, soon that boulder on your shoulders is a landslide, so standby, a plague is sweepin' through mankind, blood flows through a river, tears stain the terrain, trapped in my brain cells, yeah, my brain has been chained, it's like the language has changed, I don't understand, some use underhanded tactics for the upper hand, but I'm the other man, tryin' to do right, but cheatin' is succeedin', people don't wanna lose fights, so who's right, who's wrong, how do we move on, each measure is the pressure of stressors channeled through song, restless nights and I'm hopin' for a new dawn, the price is high, so I'm scopin' out the coupons, I'm invested, but I don't wanna pay with my life, and to make it I'll fight until my name's up in lights, I sacrifice, but I'll never be a slaughtered lamb, as long as I still breathe and I got a chance (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Verse 2: Panash) Yeah, son of a star jammer from the year of Tri-Lambda, pissin' these rappers off, I should buy stock in Pampers, on par with the grammar, even more when I'm on camera, til' our whole country get the point like Uncle Sam propaganda, I see food like cold dinner and you a cancer, crab in a bucket, I like scampi, you better scamper, I'm the catalyst, somethin' that you could never plan for, Heaven wanted me to write what God made hands for, we gon' be rappin' 'til they consider us the answer, your top three, better yet call us the trifecta, displayin' the knowledge of Ivy League college professors, you stand before royalty, you a clown, a jester, a joke, a phony, a fake, somethin' we want less of, when I kick it, tell the DJ run it back like Hester, you at the point of no return, homie, you done messed up, you gotta grin and bare it, walkin' 'round, puffin' your chest up, you penguin, you can't win, you knew that when you came in, you better, you lyin', and homeboy, we tame them, we flame them, and that's somethin' you can't come back from, we kill verses and fill hearses and let the choir have some (Bridge: Panash, Christopher Michael Jensen, & .dB) Panash: I said Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash: I said Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash: Chuuuch, and let the choir have some (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Verse 3: .dB) Young, black, and creative, Detroit City native, fuck out of my face if ain't no Dilla on yo' playlist, fuck your favorite DJ if my record ain't on replay, like where's the local love, 'cause they don't play that shit where we stay or where I stay, so I go fuckin' irate, fuck up yo' Serato, kick that shit across the tri-state, Midwest mindstate, tell me I'm not the hardest, I'm like what are you, retarded, your favorite rapper is garbage, but regardless I'm an artist, so welcome to my gallery, hopin' that these pieces put some commas on my salary, tryin' to make a masterpiece, but rappers wanna clash with me, a titan when I'm writin', you might just wind up a casualty, tryin' to stay grounded, and you can be my witness, I'm only down to Earth because I fell off Mount Olympus, that's why all o' my lyrics sound like forbidden scriptures, Dead Sea Scroll flow, I'm hopin' you get the picture, hopin' these people listen, stop and pay attention, this shit is out o' this world, take you to new dimensions, murder a couple beats and try to pray for redemption, then never suffer defeat by the hands of my competition (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Outro: Christopher Michael Jensen) What
2.
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen) Seven billion pairs of shoes walk Earth's soil, and a lot got a hole in their sole from the toil, feelin' real hot headed, I'm sweatin', my blood boils, milkin' me for everything that I got 'til it spoils, brain is faded, emaciated from malnutrition, feels like feces, I thought my species was altruistic, but it's a landscape of snakes and landmines, and it's a struggle to juggle your troubles with hands tied, soon that boulder on your shoulders is a landslide, so standby, a plague is sweepin' through mankind, blood flows through a river, tears stain the terrain, trapped in my brain cells, yeah, my brain has been chained, it's like the language has changed, I don't understand, some use underhanded tactics for the upper hand, but I'm the other man, tryin' to do right, but cheatin' is succeedin', people don't wanna lose fights, so who's right, who's wrong, how do we move on, each measure is the pressure of stressors channeled through song, restless nights and I'm hopin' for a new dawn, the price is high, so I'm scopin' out the coupons, I'm invested, but I don't wanna pay with my life, and to make it I'll fight until my name's up in lights, I sacrifice, but I'll never be a slaughtered lamb, as long as I still breathe and I got a chance (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Verse 2: Panash) Yeah, son of a star jammer from the year of Tri-Lambda, pissin' these rappers off, I should buy stock in Pampers, on par with the grammar, even more when I'm on camera, til' our whole country get the point like Uncle Sam propaganda, I see food like cold dinner and you a cancer, crab in a bucket, I like scampi, you better scamper, I'm the catalyst, somethin' that you could never plan for, Heaven wanted me to write what God made hands for, we gon' be rappin' 'til they consider us the answer, your top three, better yet call us the trifecta, displayin' the knowledge of Ivy League college professors, you stand before royalty, you a clown, a jester, a joke, a phony, a fake, somethin' we want less of, when I kick it, tell the DJ run it back like Hester, you at the point of no return, homie, you done messed up, you gotta grin and bare it, walkin' 'round, puffin' your chest up, you penguin, you can't win, you knew that when you came in, you better, you lyin', and homeboy, we tame them, we flame them, and that's somethin' you can't come back from, we kill verses and fill hearses and let the choir have some (Bridge: Panash, Christopher Michael Jensen, & .dB) Panash: I said Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash: I said Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash: Chuuuch, and let the choir have some (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Verse 3: .dB) Young, black, and creative, Detroit City native, **** out of my face if ain't no Dilla on yo' playlist, **** your favorite DJ if my record ain't on replay, like where's the local love, 'cause they don't play that **** where we stay or where I stay, so I go ******* irate, **** up yo' Serato, kick that **** across the tri-state, Midwest mindstate, tell me I'm not the hardest, I'm like what are you, retarded, your favorite rapper is garbage, but regardless I'm an artist, so welcome to my gallery, hopin' that these pieces put some commas on my salary, tryin' to make a masterpiece, but rappers wanna clash with me, a titan when I'm writin', you might just wind up a casualty, tryin' to stay grounded, and you can be my witness, I'm only down to Earth because I fell off Mount Olympus, that's why all o' my lyrics sound like forbidden scriptures, Dead Sea Scroll flow, I'm hopin' you get the picture, hopin' these people listen, stop and pay attention, this **** is out o' this world, take you to new dimensions, murder a couple beats and try to pray for redemption, then never suffer defeat by the hands of my competition (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Outro: Christopher Michael Jensen) What
3.
4.
(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen) Seven billion pairs of shoes walk Earth's soil, and a lot got a hole in their sole from the toil, feelin' real hot headed, I'm sweatin', my blood boils, milkin' me for everything that I got 'til it spoils, brain is faded, emaciated from malnutrition, feels like feces, I thought my species was altruistic, but it's a landscape of snakes and landmines, and it's a struggle to juggle your troubles with hands tied, soon that boulder on your shoulders is a landslide, so standby, a plague is sweepin' through mankind, blood flows through a river, tears stain the terrain, trapped in my brain cells, yeah, my brain has been chained, it's like the language has changed, I don't understand, some use underhanded tactics for the upper hand, but I'm the other man, tryin' to do right, but cheatin' is succeedin', people don't wanna lose fights, so who's right, who's wrong, how do we move on, each measure is the pressure of stressors channeled through song, restless nights and I'm hopin' for a new dawn, the price is high, so I'm scopin' out the coupons, I'm invested, but I don't wanna pay with my life, and to make it I'll fight until my name's up in lights, I sacrifice, but I'll never be a slaughtered lamb, as long as I still breathe and I got a chance (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Verse 2: Panash) Yeah, son of a star jammer from the year of Tri-Lambda, pissin' these rappers off, I should buy stock in Pampers, on par with the grammar, even more when I'm on camera, til' our whole country get the point like Uncle Sam propaganda, I see food like cold dinner and you a cancer, crab in a bucket, I like scampi, you better scamper, I'm the catalyst, somethin' that you could never plan for, Heaven wanted me to write what God made hands for, we gon' be rappin' 'til they consider us the answer, your top three, better yet call us the trifecta, displayin' the knowledge of Ivy League college professors, you stand before royalty, you a clown, a jester, a joke, a phony, a fake, somethin' we want less of, when I kick it, tell the DJ run it back like Hester, you at the point of no return, homie, you done messed up, you gotta grin and bare it, walkin' 'round, puffin' your chest up, you penguin, you can't win, you knew that when you came in, you better, you lyin', and homeboy, we tame them, we flame them, and that's somethin' you can't come back from, we kill verses and fill hearses and let the choir have some (Bridge: Panash, Christopher Michael Jensen, & .dB) Panash: I said Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash: I said Panash, Chris, & .dB: Let the choir have some Panash: Chuuuch, and let the choir have some (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Verse 3: .dB) Young, black, and creative, Detroit City native, fuck out of my face if ain't no Dilla on yo' playlist, fuck your favorite DJ if my record ain't on replay, like where's the local love, 'cause they don't play that shit where we stay or where I stay, so I go fuckin' irate, fuck up yo' Serato, kick that shit across the tri-state, Midwest mindstate, tell me I'm not the hardest, I'm like what are you, retarded, your favorite rapper is garbage, but regardless I'm an artist, so welcome to my gallery, hopin' that these pieces put some commas on my salary, tryin' to make a masterpiece, but rappers wanna clash with me, a titan when I'm writin', you might just wind up a casualty, tryin' to stay grounded, and you can be my witness, I'm only down to Earth because I fell off Mount Olympus, that's why all o' my lyrics sound like forbidden scriptures, Dead Sea Scroll flow, I'm hopin' you get the picture, hopin' these people listen, stop and pay attention, this shit is out o' this world, take you to new dimensions, murder a couple beats and try to pray for redemption, then never suffer defeat by the hands of my competition (Chorus: Christopher Michael Jensen) And you can put that on the words I use, yeah, you can put that on the words I use, some learn by lies, some learn by truth, I pray for the day the blind have a bird's eye view, and you can put that on the words I use, man, you can put that on the words I use, a lot o' stripes in the world, gotta earn mine, too, and I'll keep pressin' on if at first I lose (Outro: Christopher Michael Jensen) What

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Single from The EQs-Men EP

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released April 26, 2013

Mixed by Quajoe.

Mastered by Quajoe.

Song written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen, Jerrald Spencer, and Lemar Gilreath.

Original production by .dB.

Artwork design by Christopher Michael Jensen.

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