Manboy - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

I were I, and you were you

We were the sky, the sun, the moon

Move soul to soul, eternally

It’s meant to be

Manboy, so whatchu gon' do?

(What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do

What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do

What we gon' do?)

Manboy, so whatchu gon' do?

(What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do

What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do

What we gon' do?)

Manboy…

Is this shit a lyric, or is this just my spirit

Speaking out loud, proudly, so everyone can hear him

He rarely speaks gently, except the times he tempts me

Makes me do bad things, and drains me til I’m empty

You probably don’t believe me, wish I could take a pic

Of this drunk, scuzzy motherfucker jacking off his dick

Screaming in my ear, yelling «You ain’t shit!

You never gonna make it, nigga, you should just quit!»

I’m my biggest obstacle, all y’all don’t exist

Like an M. Night Shyamalan plot, «What a twist!»

Mr. Invincible, Mr. Inhuman

Mr. Ingenious, really thinks that he’s stupid

And vulnerable and lonely, most of the time he’s home

Trying to figure out what’s going on inside his domepiece

Spiritually dying, a pariah live inside him

Nobody ever calls him, even you don’t like him (DAMN!)

Semi-suicidal, emotions like a tidal wave

Bi-polar, first he fit the noose, then it’s «oh, behave!»

Infinite last days, an eternal pathway

And leaves off where he started, so he only goes halfway

He can’t go forward, and he can’t go backward

He trapped most days, I wonder why I started rappin'

Oops, I meant «he», it’s definitely not me

That I’m talkin' 'bout, on this brand new CD

Confessions of a shattered dreamer, sexaholic schemer deviant

Yet true believer in always sow what you reapin'

We can reap the benefits, or we can reap a Benedict Arnold

In our thoughts that leave us lost and trembling

I against I, third eye versus the mind for the title belt

In a ladder match, watch me climb

Bipolar chromosome, zonin' on his own

Hold the chrome to his dome, since Parochial School

I’ve been used up, mixed confused mutt

Obtuse, recluse «De loused In The Comatorium» Eriartarka

Stoli vodka stole my art, then stole my confidence

Nothing makes sense now, I’m totally bonkers

Off my rocker, bouncing off the walls of my mom’s apartment

It ain’t my fault that I lost and I can’t absorb it

Laying dormant, doormat, no doorman, 4 door Porsche

I’m anonymous, oh my god, I’m normal???

Fully formed regressing, mind at ease be stressin'

God be’s the Devil, he strikes me with blessings

Till life’s a bitch that curtsey’s, I’m at war like Xerxes

Trying my best not to hurt me

Depression, ain’t empty rhettoric, NO it barely speaks

It hides behind a smile, in fear thet you’ll say we’re weak

I sip my tears in liquor, I drown my time in Ink

Caged in reality, only thing Free is the dream

I sip my tears in liquor, I drown my time in Ink

Caged in reality, only thing Free is the dream

Fuck this dream royally, cause it boiled me, turned my cousin on me

But if he turned on me, that means he was never for me

Disloyalty, niggas shape-shifting like Morph on me

How can’t I trust the same motherfuckers, walked in the door on me?

Spoiled and poisoned him, he’s entitled, that’s how it always be

What makes is worse is that we family

So at Thanksgiving I’m paranoid he pissing in the pot of greens

He bring my plate, he probably spit inside my Mac & Cheese (EW)

We Thor and Loki, Megatron and Starscream

Never was jealous of you, did you wanna be me?

You let your pride get in the way of our dream

This is not who we supposed to be!

Trax switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

Gave him a second chance, he let em re-ride on me

How you a grown man playing three sides, homie?

How your wife wear the pants, and you in knee-highs, homie?

I hope you play this song for your daughter so that she know

She really should call her daddy her mommy, cause you a hoe

All those disappearing acts and the couple of thousand you stole

But she was lying, nigga, that ain’t a dick, nigga

You a broad, so that had to be a clit, nigga

You make me sick, nigga, suck my dick, nigga

And when I see you, I’m a punch you in your shit, nigga

See, the things about dreams is I’m a die for the shit

The thing about me is I kill for my shit

The pain separates the warriors from the men

Are you gonna grow up til you fall, or c-cry like a bitch?

These scars represent everywhere that I’ve been

XXL post, broke with the bums, slept on the 6

So everything I left, will never see me again

You only get half a bar, suck my dick

Manboy…

(Black Genius comin' soon, nigga! Get ready! Haha!)