Beat by SaoMigazBeats, found (and recorded over) with the app 'Voloco'

Background: 
Tldr; Friends said they'd make some music for fun but haven't, so I'm calling them out. Full story in the description for 'Mr White Cube'.

Local references:
Leeroy lives across town

Lyrics:
You guys, are all such liars
Why the fuck, are you all so quiet 
You all said, youd rock the party
Now youre all, ducking off hiding 

White cube, you say your writin
Are You stuck bro? Why you so silent
A little preview might be nice, 
To keep the fans enticed 
Cos right now am feeling like
You're dodging the mic 
I dont trust, youre really penning lyrics 
I bet you're just, fully spinning shit
Trying to make us look, like idiots ridiculous, to have faith in it that were not incredulous 
stringing us along keepin US quiet
promise a song, Am i wrong?
You've barely even, mentioned it once 
I really wanna beloeve you, I just need to hear you sing

Then I can continue, 
to have your back, from the wolves in the grass 
Snapping at your ankles while you're just, 
trying to find your feet, already caught him once
trying to get the, meat off our beef, 
Taking shots, wanting to be, alpha dog,  Running his  mouth, gave him a shout puppy ran off
He seemed to assume, it was us vs you,
But this is your spotlight, I'm here to produce
But ill howl at anyone, steppin it to you
Honestly, i just want an excuse
Wanted to play, til I flipped the race card
in his face, a bit too quick
for his pace, i thought, it was a riot,
Said hed get on a beat, but then he got quiet
Come on Mathew you know this is aimed at you
You'll debate big foot, and flat earth but won't get on a verse and give me your worst?
The way we can go we'd entertain for years
But i know what you'll say
You're waiting on Paul to get involved
He said he would, I dont know why he hasn't

So if you could, bust us a beat
instead of popping a lung it might be a little more fun for all of us, come on paul, youve wrote 
songs in the hundrends, turned Daves thunder, 
to something cracking, lightning fast, 
Single evenings, all it took, im just seeking something simple
To blast wack raps on a track just for laughs
But i guess I'll let you off since your coughs more concerning than rap virgins
Like me and Mr. leeroy, Matt Davies

Who saved his ass last night, by droppin a Dookie, 
when he came around, whopping cubie moody
Tried to change the subject, without reading whole script
diss is a deep cut, you, probaby wont get it, 
Leeroy, better come out swingin, 
you've been here since, the beginning
When you gunna show us, all of the the progress? 
I heard you already, gone and shown, Jess yeah?
Are we not your best friends? Don't leave us  hopeless, coldest you could do is 
Leave this open ended, now I've got it started
It's time to party Leeroy, this is what you wanted

You guys, have real good timing 
Almost feel like you've been hiding
In my shed, spying while im writing 
Ahead of the game, try to leave me crying

But lets get fried start jibin and vibin 
Inspirin rhymin, slide in to new environments
Finding fine new lines to rhyme with cubes quietness, leave him confused, his mind tryin,
Finding a way to reply, come on guys 
This is, gunna be fucking dope
Yo
lets fucking go




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