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In your old man
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its I create to eliminate the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
I be getting high
You got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers starving its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch then be a
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard tricks flawless, artists
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't know countin'
Fake round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I use a thousand
I'm comin' now, a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me well that's futile ooh child
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe
its the truth but never really listened
That's conversation though
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We for your dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give these all heart attacks
I been writing on the
Gave me carpal
Couple billion people are they all gon' you?
no, hell no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes, what yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over baby
My girl me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes my mind
been stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore whats
of the blues never liked school
Been so word to Lauran hill
Music is my walking through the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I close the
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, that
And a little bit of and a little bit of that
I just a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, the flow around
Hey thats cypher shit, I know you like that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the paint bows