(Pigeon John)
Oh, the love me or they shove me
To me it really don't matter
Oh, they're never gonna catch me
And if they try to, they're gonna wind up shattered

(Heath)
Salutations and greetings to all the people listening attentively while I'm bathing and eating, if it
suits you better you can call it rap-singing, but it's really not singing cause it's more like shrieking,
so let's leave it be and call it forceful speaking, better yet, call it what it is, torture treatment,
can't seem to revive the dead horse I'm beating, warning, my recordings will bore you speechless, I was
born to keep this rap sorta geekish, hearing hordes of people call me dorky frequently, I mix metaphors,
do it for no reason, I'm the one haystack set in the swarm of needles, I'm the camel's back that broke the
straw and all of y'all dropped your jaws and you gawked in awe, your train of thought was lost and then
found broken into, I didn't do it, now how can I convince you to...

Love me, say that you love me
I love you and I pray that you trust me
I heart you and I won't stop hearting
But it's about time for you to start starting

(Pigeon John)
It took years of biting and following De La Soul to finally be myself, and through all the fake gangsters
hollering I remain golden like no one else, I mean who's it gonna be, some glossy figurine on the
magazines yelling they sell coke, or some real emcees who got the sense to know the duns yelling are the
ones who are a joke, so we kick back and laugh up in the lab watching Rap City, you've seen one you've
seen them all right, it's very clear they're only doing it for money, and it's kinda funny, I'd probably
take the same fall twice, cause that dough feels good up in my diesels, I can't lie I'm like everybody
else, but one thing that keeps me original, and that one thing is being my gosh darn self, so...

(Heath)
Call me Norman cause I'm known rock well with a dance number in this song, hoping for pop sales, this is
the dance break, 1 2 3 4 ladies do it, man that was great ha, wink wink shoulder shrug, double nudge,
playing double dutch while I'm eating double fudge brownies and I'm wearing an apron and I'm making a bunt
cake, and I prefer to refer to it as my Monday, lyrical John Wayne, steering a Hyundai, eternal, infernal,
inferno like Dante, and I rap over beats first, never rehearse, free verse, my breath is fresh so I never
needs Certs, and jealousy lurks, everything you said can be heard, I'm not scared, grab a ticket and
prepare to be served, prepare for the worst, all I'm gonna do is compliment you, like it or not I'm still
gonna get you to...