[Goldmyth]
You and I work sometimes on this old house making something into something else.

[Chance Lewis]
And we did it ourselves like we were Bob Vila
Doing himself in with a sad allen's wrench from IKEA
On that cry me a river in our written's like a poor man's Rhymesayer:
A bad Eyedea
We might be duo of low key, class of ’03, hundred block-arazzi
Rapping where the Fox eats, you rocked that chains and lock steeze
Like how we gonna drop three band names in one song
and I'm like “Watch me”

[Goldmyth]
Make up little songs…

I lie awake at night imagining dragons
And they spit flames across the nation in station wagons
A couple of would-be has-beens who got dad friends
Late in the game like those guys who got them jewels ran
When dudes' bands tried to more or less ghost us
We tried to get our names up on those Fork Fest posters
Even in 4-or-less point font just under Shady Chapel
And above the list of sponsors
We were terrible, but somehow better then
Experience is wasted on the barely relevant
And no matter what becomes of this it will have been
Better than what would have been if we had never met


[Apt]
A couple underdogs who merit more than three plays
Pulled me from obscurity to serenade a cliche
Broke hip millennials who marinate as teammates
Full of the absurdity, tailor made to relate
It pulled me in like a moth to the flame
Take the loss and the pain, write some songs, make a name
Passin’ out flyers people scoff and refrain
It’s they loss, they some lames. We still boss, we remain
I mean, damn, I named this block
I think I’ve claimed a spot. They say I’ve changed a lot
Found a muse, found a voice, grilled cheese and community
I guess you could call that some grown man puberty
But I’ve still got an itch to scratch
We get props, but I still want bigger than that
I want a movement, a unit, a crew that enthralls most
Screamin’ from the rooftops. Well, almost

[DJ SkratchMo]
They wanna know the name...Apt
Chance Lewis!
DJ SkratchMo!
House of Lewis!
We’ll give a history lesson
They wanna know the name
Donnie B
And that’s exactly why I go by my own name when I rap
Donnie Bonelli
This is Donnie


Ferdinand the Buick quit movin’ in California
I guess if I’ma be stranded I’m glad that the weather’s warm
But this House it almost got burned to the ground before it got going
Over before it started like the Challenger! Exploded with my crew!
Young Seeger always workin’ on my night moves
Eager to catch a dream and me the type dude
Swimmin’ in feminine attention
Instead I’m sleeping on a mattress in a kitchen
(Fast forward)
Elevate me a couple inches I’m off in the solar system
They’re telling Donnie “be grounded” I’m off in my own dimension
Chasing Wonderland and thunderous applause
A God when I bust bars! Yo! Ask your girl if she saw stars!
Yo, who needs a 6-piece band when SkratchMo’s hands can play the whole symphony?
Soundtrack to y’all shaking your faces
While I marinate in the motivation that y’all give to me.

[DJ SkratchMo]
They wanna know the name
Atheist!
It’s Rhyme Time now

[Rhyme Time]
You know I started just like every other rapper did
Wrong side of 25 while Whitney got her doctorate
Laugh from Caustic, awesome
Too loud, my voice out, lost it, Boy Scout mosh pit
I was battling, solo, Boba Fett
Found some backup rappin’ and now nobody can stop this 
Set forth and we set fire
Hit the stage, killer set, leave, seven hours ’til the headliner
Time of the night got the stars in our eyes
Got us feeling like our star’s on the rise
And we might...steal the show...we might...steal the night
But we never stole a mic in our lives
Grow House revelry, red couch therapy
And everybody that brought a pillow they meant so much to me
Fifteen minutes was fifteen seconds
And someday we really gonna miss these sessions

[Goldmyth]
I don’t wanna fall asleep and live on in this dream