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Omegle Bars Episode 1
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Harry Mack
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Part 1 They be peeping my essence, shining florescent I’ve been doing like that since a young adolescent Yeah, I’m shining, y’all know I’m doing it big Florescent with the light since I was just a kid Yeah, even as a youth, I would shine in the booth The florescent adolescence, homie, that’s my truth I’m really living that, florescent like a HD screen I’mma show you all just what I mean I said I’m tripping y’all, I’m crazy, I deliver insane flows I’m spitting more colors than a motherf**kin’ rainbow Yeah, I’d rip the M-I-C and rock your soul Go to the end of the rainbow and cop the pot of gold I’m getting shine now, from here to Lebanon I cop the pot of gold like a leprechaun Do what I feel, y’all know that I’m ready to spark And like a rainbow, I’mma make her whole back arch H. Mack all up in it, y’all know I’m a better dude Sipping beers all up at the pub called weatherspoons (Pepsi!) Yeah, say the world a little louder, so I can hear it I’mma make you prouder (Pepsi!) Uh, they love me, Harry Mack celebrating with the bubbly You wanna know the greatest rapper? Hol’ up, let’s see I’m classic like coke and I bubble like pepsi Yeah, y’all know I’m really on a mission Like coke to pepsi, this rappers my competition Doing what I’m feeling, I’m the microphone controller And the lyrics that I’m kicking be more sweeter than a cola Hit me with another world dawg, one time (Vinyl!) I say it in my rhyme, every word is final I’m about to crack your spinal And I’m making heads spin 360 like a vinyl Compared to rappers, man, I sound much better They like a CD, I’m like vinyl record Yeah, I really storm everytime I perform Said my vocal tone like a vinyl record, ‘cause it be warm I’mma hit you too hard, I’m way above average And y’all know that the Mack ‘bout to spit through the static Uh, we in the matrix, I’m proving it soon I can bend it with my mind, ‘cause there is no spoon Uh, I got the free flow, hold up here we go They be saying Harry Mack the one, Neo Uh, hey yo, y’all know that I’m too ill I’mma go deep, take both the red and blue pill Yeah, hey yo, y’all know I’m who they lovin’ Kinda like that adapter, I’m staying plugged in Harry Mack, I’m really doing it large Don’t need no adapter, but you know I stay so charged Yeah, uh, they be understanding my raps I’m going over your head like a champion hat I’m the illest when I spit it, they can’t f**k with that In love with that, peep my man in the bucket hat Yeah, I be the rap smith, I’m sharper than cactus I see the wall behind you dawg, you reppin’ the atlas Uh, hey yo, I do what I feel, so pay the cost My brain more advanced than a f**king apple watch Yeah, I’m flowing divine, I show ‘em my shine Yeah, me and the beats combined, I’m knowing the time Believe it, tear rappers to pieces, y’all know I’m bigger My man’s holding up a hilarious action figure I’m about to grip up on the mic, then I bust fast Just like that action figure, I be growing my mustache Yeah, peace to my homie who be holding up objects They asking, “Harry Mack, how come you ain’t a God yet?” Well, listen, I’m all up on you, smoking the room with marijuana Turning it into a sauna, kinda like energy drink, yo, I’m a monster Yeah, I’m really a savage when I be spitting I’m waking you up, a lot of these rappers that be steppin’, they faking it that far So peace to my man, you know I’m about to rip it He’d be nodding his head, ‘cause my flow is so exquisite Yeah, hey yo, I bring y’all back to the essence Yo, that wine glass is full circle, ‘cause it’s florescent Uh, it’s Harry Mack, y’all know I’m like none other Florescent because it got the rainbow colors Yeah, it’s Mack getting busy in the booth Yo, shout out to my man, thanks so much for getting loose It’s like that! Yo, I’m fly homes, plugged in like an iPhone I’mma let ‘em all know, hard to find like Waldo I’mma see direct to the horizon Shine like rainbows that are connected just like Verizon Mah! Part 2 I be making MCs stand back Scratch across their face like a muhf**kin’ cat Straight to the nearest mic, I’m about to beeline Yeah, meowing over tracks like a feline Check how we do this, yes I’m a beast, uh No, I’m a cat, so I don’t need no leash Uh, but where my dawgs at? Y’all must have forgot that I be improvising off the top with the raw raps Yeah, yo, you know I love to spit and rock Other rappers are sh*tty just like a litter box H. Mack, man, you know I got the freestyles ‘till I’m senile Now the woman ‘bout to meow at me But we ain’t got no time for cat calls I’m improvising live when I’m kicking my raps y’all Doing it for you, I’m never gon’ lose I’m earning stripes like Adidas, I ain’t talking ‘bout shoes Matter of fact, I get the check like Nike’s the brand Uh, Mack killed the game? It’s unlikely my man And then I turn on ‘em, show ‘em just how I bust Yeah, and Harry Mack, y’all better trust This for the consumers, yeah, kids call me the boomer But still, I’m leaping off the kicks like the brand of the Puma Uh, next level movement, I’mma bring a strong verse I’mma all-star like some motherf**kin’ Converse Yeah, hey yo, you gon die Rappers really tripping kinda like their shoes untied Yeah, the way I do it, I’m too dope with flows From here to Kosovo, don’t rock no open toes Nah, I rock the steel toes kicking it hard I’m ripping the bars for certain, I don’t need no façade I’m really out here, yeah, y’all know I’m absurd Okay, I did the first and the second, what’s the last word? I kinda forgot, I’m gonna have to bring that back What was the third word that you wanted in my raps? (Football) Oh yeah, it’s all good y’all How could I forget? Yo, it’s f**king football The American sport, I spit it with real soul Scoring a touchdown, then hitting the field goal Never getting tackled, y’all know what I mean Hey yo, we about to win the championship with the team Yeah, about to get the trophy in a major way When I’m done, they about to splash me with the Gatorade The way that I’m doing it right off the top, yo I’m getting the stack She got the hoodie on with the orange mixed with the black Yeah, Mack coming through plus it got stripes on the motherf**king anklets Harry Mack, you know I’m about to bang this It’s not called the anklet, it’s called the cuff But now she’s f**king with it, she threw her hood up Uh, hey yo, I be getting down, this MC strong I dig the hoodie with the orange and the neon Yeah, I’m about to freak ‘em with the rhymes I shine just like the light that’s steady peeking through your blinds Let’s go! Part 3 Freestyle lyrics, I’m up for the task I hopped in the room, then I said “Do night mask.” Uh, he said, “You think it’s a mask? This my skin.” That was an awkward note on which to begin I’ll admit, my bad, but now we gonna end the negativity ‘cause really I ain’t mean to offend Yeah, I’m tryna be cool when up in this place And I’m sorry thought it was a mask, when it’s your face Listen, hey yo, check out what they do to me He said, “my face looks like this ‘cause of puberty.” Man it happens, you done went through a lot But listen, I’m about to do something that hit the spot I said I’m on another level every time it goes down Peace to all of my guitarists who be dressing like clowns Man, I’m doing what I’m feeling and my lyrics is reckless I’m shining kinda like my dude rocking the necklace Yeah, it’s like this, I’mma make ‘em aware Okay, that’s your real face, but is that your real hair? Let me know right now, I’mma hold it closely He said, “I ain’t got a topic homie, just roast me.” Well, I’m about to do it, you know I’m kicking the fluid, you know I see far Peace to my homie rocking the mask and rocking the hair with the guitar Come off the top when I spit this, letting the people just witness When I be rhyming, you know I expose them Like the door in the back, I’m open Harry Mack coming off the top now Every time I improvise with a hot sauce and I do it just for my peace Every time I rhyme and I do go deep Yeah, I’m about to make your motherf**king head hurt Peace out to my homie in the mask in the red shirt Bah! Part 4 When it comes to raw lyrics, I be pressin’ a threat My flow is like some pu**y, ‘cause you know it stay wet Mack with the bars that they gotta recite In fact, rhymes like virgin pu**y, ‘cause they way too tight Come up off the tip, I’m the freshest rhymer When I’m done rapping, hop up in some vagina Mack up all up on it, I’mma make it aware They never calling me a pu**y ‘cause I never been scared No fear, I’mma spit the rhymes that you hear Every times I drop my bars, man they sounding too clear Yeah, Mack the type of rapper that’ll bury your vision Antidisestablishmentarianism Uh, y’all know I’m lyrically the strongest nerd It ain’t hard for me to use the longest word Hey yo, y’all just don’t get it, I rap Uh huh, probably figured you’d trick me with that But yo, I’m still here and I’m fully evolved Graffiti artist, I be writing rhymes on the wall Matter of fact, I’m on some amazing sh*t They couldn’t stop me with a wall that was made of bricks Let’s get it, Harry Mack, higher sober for y’all Lyrically I’m hopping over the wall Yeah, I be saying peace to all my supporters They tryna build a wall at the motherf**kin’ border f**k that, I’m not with it, we about to pass through If you out of line, step to Mack, I’mma smash you Yeah, I got the bars that’s sure to enrich them Wondering if they were conceived in the kitchen Yeah, it could have happened y’all, I’m on the wildest scene I think my parents got freaky on Halloween Yeah, hey yo, you know I’m about to rip the beat They were in the sheets together yelling out “Trick ‘r Treat” Harry Mack, yo, I’m on another level When it comes to bars, dawg, I’m never gonna settle Freestyle lyrics, I’mma bust it my man Yeah, I do my rhymes, do it just for the fans It’s like that! Part 5 Peace to my homie who’s starting to dance Asked him where he’s at, he said “out in France.” I just be out here, I work in the kitchen Every time I flow, you know I’m enrichin’ Your whole vibe, check how I’m stylin’ When I start kicking bars, he start smilin’ Everything that I do on point Peace to my homie who be blazing a joint Yeah, you know that I’m dope with the f**k Treat the mic like a joint, then I’m smoking it up Matter of fact, I perfumed the whole room Harry Mack, about to get you high like the boom Uh, I be holy like an apostle He’s breathing in the joint, blowing smoke through his nostril Yeah, all of my lyrics are colossal Uh, you know that I’m about to go and grab it When I’m on it, I’mma add it, I’ll be puffing on the reefer I’m about to turn the skeptic to a believer Yeah, you know that I really go hard Grab on the mic and I’m leaving them scarred Yeah, you know I spit to your ears Now with the joint he’d be gripping his beer When I be rhyming, I’m going full throttle He’d just be sipping the beer out the bottle Uh, I’m about to spit it for you Making weird sound like a didgeridoo Harry Mack, like a crazy Flemish, like an instrument from an alien Yeah, check out the flow I’m achieving I should just practice some circular breathing That sh*t would really be pain relieving Yeah, I’m about to squeeze all my steezin’ Uh, squeezing my steelo into the track when I rhyme like this Uh, shout out to my man, ‘cause he’s rolling a joint, now he’s about to get lit Uh, check out the way that I grab it, I’m steady performing I said, “What’s up with your average day?” He said, “I wake early in the morning, then I’ll be puffing my joint I wake and I bake and then I go to work, I don’t make mistakes I’m all in the kitchen, you know what I do Yes, I’m getting down as a sous-chef” I asked him, “What’s the cuisine?” He looked at me like “The f**k do you mean? It’s just the standard cuisine out in France” I’m like “Alright, cool dawg, I see your stance.” Uh, then on his break, smokes another one Uh, Harry Mack flowing undercover sun Yeah, you know that I like Lee rap And I might just snap for my homie who be rocking the Nike hat While he’s blowing out smoke, tryna tell him with the lyrics Man, I’ve never been a joker Just be doing what I’m feeling representing for my people And you know my flow is lethal while I’m rocking on Omegle And I do it on the Internet, you know I’ll be a bigger threat I’m about to kill ya like your lungs from the cigarettes Uh, Harry Mack is standing there Now my man throwing his hands in the air Matter of fact, when I rap with these He gets so excited that he slaps his knees Huh, you know there’s no replacing me, man Now he got his face in his hand Saying “Oh, man.” They really can’t believe it, I do my freestyle They ask me “What’s the secret?” I told ‘em it ain’t nothin’, no love for those that’s judgin’ Shout out to my man, I feel connected like we cousins What’s good?!
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