Demolition Man

[Hook: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire] Yo... fuck the industry, fuck NYC Fuck these A&R's, fuck the world Fuck your mixtape, fuck your album Fuck your movement, I fucked your girl This is the answer, show me only questions That niggas crazy, who could it be? Fuck your suggestions, fuck all the questions This is the answer, don't worry 'bout me [Verse] I got my flow in '98, we used to get jiggy In south beach, sit in cars cabs and getting wet willies Shut the spot down, till I flew up Chicken strips and french fries mixed with a little guts Yeah I'mma little nuts, they got me sinking Drowning in my regrets, some suicidal visions I'm paranoid, and I'm hearing noises Can't understand how son of Sam enjoy this This girl is underhanded, poisonous All for the love of the cake These bitches like ankle weights on a paper chase Never will I stop, will I chill, will I slow my pace? Stare death in the face You ain't get the memo? bitch I'm the shit In case you didn't know this, niggas don't call me true no more I'm Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire [Hook]