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

Background:
Years ago a friend made a rap/RnB album. Unfortunately, kids at school got wind of it and shamed him so much we never got a chance to hear it. We've been asking ever since. Just recently another friend suggested us all making an album together to laugh back on when we're old (we're in our thirties with very little experience with music between us), which gave me the idea to make a 'diss track' to encourage him to dig the old album yet. so far, we're still waiting......

Local References:
smoke n mirrors, anchor-inn, and tall trees were local popular bars that have since closed down (tall trees was actually burned down). Empire is another local night club, which was rumored to be closing down but hasn't yet.

Lyrics:
Come on mr white cube why cant we hear your album
Howcome, you wont let us near it
What the fuck you fearin
Everyone did hear it
Back in the day fast forward to now
Youre feeling too proud, to let us wild out
Man whats that about
Since when have you passed 
A shot to show off
I dont wanna diss
Or take the piss
Just reminisce 
A little bit
Back when, you and matt 
thought you were black
With your Doo-rags, flat-caps, 
accents to match,
Dont take it too hard, man
I just wanna look back
To the past the laughter
You captured, mentions 
Of memories, almost forgotten
Its rotten, you got this sat there
No care to share, no joy for your friends
And lets not pretend, lets not forget
That youre not, arent you,
mr confident, Mr white cube, 
this aint like you
Whats your excuse
You threw it out, didnt you
Ashamed to admit, youre ashamed
of yourself, Cos you said, 
that you got the mean rhymes, 
But I bet they average
Unlike x-bars, never set no trends
No smoke n mirrors, see right through you
Albums gone, am anchor-inn on this fact
You wont be, dropping your empire next
Im smoking tall trees, waiting for
You to sense my references
Youre sitting defenceless 
Sliding behind the fence 
Just isnt gunna cut it
So what you gunna do
You cannot respond,
But can't not respond 
To these accusations,
Of you being a little bitch
So go an grab your shit
Yo collection would be lit,
But ill settle for a bit
Of mis-direction, of a diss
Placed in my direction
Diss-assemble me down
Or face ressurection, that is the question
That you've got to face now
Silence would be, disrepectful
After putting all my effort Into this
So please admit the fact
That your balls are lacking 
Or was all the times paul was
Asking to hear your tracks 
Laughing, all alone
No-one had your back n',
Now it's finally time to ask you
Mr white cube, Mr Hollw Square,
With no depth, what you gunna do next
Way I see it, you got three options
Give us the album
Walk out, like a man
Failing that, hit me back
If you really think you can
Or admit, you're a chicken assed shit
Mr Hollow Square with no depth
Ripped for ever, for something 
You never even gave us
Balls in your court now
Come on homie
Lets play

Mr White Cube.m4a

Gane33