RumbleFish - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Let’s take them back

So we can move forward

They’ll never let you pass

Create your circumstances

I remember when I was like 12 years old I used to sing

I would probably would have uh, I probably would’ve been like

Shit, I’d have been like

It’s like the Spider-Man meme, it’s just I vs me

Overstressing contemplating shit that I shouldn’t think

Like the wildest of things, suicidal it seems

If your streaming this on Tidal turn the volume up please

So my mind can release, the beat devours the beast

Like searching warrior so how is he weak

It’s like a jaw vs dream, or a thot vs a queen

, broke with high self esteem

Shit was better before, when I was ghetto and poor

With black pinup girls all over the wall

Crack smoke in the hall, my friends was twisted and lost

The back was, we learned to piss on the floor

Bunch of local dusty dingy niggas firing things

That’s the type of local shit that my environment breeds

Made a lion in me, but they was lyin' to me

I thought I sought what I saw, but then I couldn’t see

Others visions was green, but me I was a geek

I was caught up in Jam of the Week

Pen in a rhyme book and dirty Fubu jeans

My Tommy shirts they had a triangle

I think I heard this song being played once (Don't box me in x3)

Hold hands singing at a seance (Don't box me in x3)

And for the bitch I had in third grade (Don't box, don’t, don’t,

don’t box me in)

I dedicate this shit to Rusty James (Don't box, don’t, don’t box me in)

It’s like a Spider-Man meme, my only rival is me

Undertaker vs Taker it’s Summer Slam '93

But that was just Brian Lee, so that was different from me

Spider-Man was for Queens, but never went to QB

So Brooklyn just was too far, my project window bars

I used to stare at the stars, and pray my uncle would call

Hearing screams from my moms, her body bounced off the walls

She used to put this nigga out and he would sleep in our hall

I was scared to go to school because I thought she’d be gone

Then I was scared to come home that’s the ironic part

I feel like I should have fought, but really I was too small

He killed his next girlfriend and got life behind bars

Apologize to my moms for putting that in a song

But it was rotting my heart, I held it in for so long

I know trying to raise a man on your own was so hard

Blue bandannas in my room I just was trying to be hard

Square peg, round hole, I never fit in at all

Hotter dollars in my socks when I went to the store

Till I got cool with the

Because round here you either feed off the weak or you gone

Bunch of local dusty dingy niggas firing things

That’s the type of local shit that my environment breeds

Made a lion in me, but they was lyin' to me

I thought I sought what I saw, but then I couldn’t see

Others visions was green, but me I was a geek

I was beating my meat to Big Lez on TV

I wrote this song for the next nigga just like me

Because now my Tommy got the triangle

Just remember that

Myths are public dreams

And dreams are private myths

Get that one?

And I don’t know a lot

But I do know when you allow someone to judge you and tell you who you are,

your blocking your own divine power

Never do that no matter what

Don’t lose your super powers

Don’t let anybody box you in