It's a bird, it's a plane, it's an emcee
Verbal da Vinci
Words are empty
My cape flaps when it's windy
I'm a superhero with a super ego
Warn Timmy and Cindy,
I wear flip flops when it's ten degrees
And I've never had an injury
I've got invincible feet
This is flip flopped thrift shop hip hop
The kind the kids cop whenever my hits drop
This is proof positive that true Protestants
Can produce hypnotic-fueled hip hop products
But if you don't like me just let me know
Keep the door closed shut
Of course I won't show up
Cause I, I don't know
I won't go nowhere
Where I'm not wanted
And I'm wanted right here
Woke up this morning and something was different Cause for once something wasn't missing
Felt I wasn't living in a prison
Felt a sense of purpose
Felt no sense of introverted mental insecurity Disturbing me or hurting me
It had inverted the earlier version of me
It was me versus me
Versus the world
Certain the world would hate every one of the verses I hurled
Leaving my world flipped upside down and inside
out
Cut from the team before I tried out
Attention shoppers
Blue cardigan tight fit dockers
It's Heath McNease, original hip hopper
We can sit down and drink pop or
Something else
Jesus ain't my homeboy
He's not a bumper sticker
Or a t-shirt logo for you to put on boy
He's not a marketing scheme
So stop targeting teens
Show Him respect and His heart can be seen
