Can't stop me from dropping the songs people will copy
I'm no joke when I blow smoke, but most folks call me so so

(Heath)
I'm not a paid actor, just a fake rapper bringing disaster, please don't be so dramatic, bring in the
laughter, cause of a revolution in music like Napster, does my music cause edification, ask your pastor,
I'm the young grasshopper, Jesus is the master, educate and entertain with original patterns, if I'm in
your tape deck believe it I'm flattered, if you've never heard of me believe me you don't have to, avoid
the boyish auditory disaster, rapping in your auditorium, y'all it's glorious when the audience is caught
inside the ambience of the non-chalance of this Don Juan, I'm pro and con, pro Converse and con Sean Jon
cause the cons look better mowing my moms lawn, got nothing against the fashion sense of the rap biz cause
they're cashing in while I'm broke flat again

Can't stop me from dropping the songs people will copy
I'm roll slow with dope flow, but most folks call me so so
Can't stop me from dropping the songs people will copy
I'm no joke when I blow smoke, but most folks call me so so

(Heath)
Popular opinion doesn't mean a dang thing, to put it plainly, I don't know what fame means, forgive me but
you couldn't ever make me say bling, or you're offering cash? well in that case...bling, I love mics and I
love life and I love Christ and I love that there's none above Christ, you can disagree but I'm never
gonna budge twice, walking a flush line between dust and life, meddling in meaninglessness just repeats
itself but doesn't introduce anything new, copy catting the sloppy crafting of a poppy masterpiece all for
cash is weak, I'm harder than a brick wall, my fist causes bricks to fall, no I never hit a brick at all,
but it sounded good didn't it, isn't this what it's about, rap about anything listless?

(Heath)
Raining on his parade isn't a wish to make but it's a risk you take if you're interested in pain, you're a
switchblade, I'm a grenade, I'm innovative, spray paint eight shades of beige in your basement
(RedCloud)
Make way, I came to play on your space ship, straight rip, and take away all your paychecks, so so, young
Sammy Sosa, a bag of Soho, virgin mermosas sitting on coasters, posing for close-ups, so what I boast I'm
best coast, west cosa nostra, so so, def. call me Foxy Brown, RedCloud baby, please somebody jock me now