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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 what I create to eliminate the
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
Steady I be getting
You ain't got no herbal I'ma you mine
Its Octagon call him young phenomenon
I these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard tricks flawless, artists
Take my life and put it in a photo
How much money do I got? I know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and
Tryna put me well that's futile ooh child
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
Saying its the but never really listened
another conversation though
Walking on the home find a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a holocaust
Yo E how bars is that
Is it enough to give these haters all heart
I writing on the paper
Gave me tunnel
billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word like its
On some shell toes, else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super
ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
This some shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to whats real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so word to hill
is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, young and for the truth
that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
to me now, pass the flow around
Hey thats cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write shit
I don't write that I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill flows
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
to ya toes
In the paint throwin'