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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 to eliminate the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO leave 'em unidentified
Steady I be getting
You got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its Doctor call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my city on the map
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch then be a
Rap carnage, my family aint the Partrige
tricks flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's me I could do without them
You keepin' it a I could use a thousand
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me well that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but believe religion
Saying its the but never really listened
another conversation though
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for 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 haters all heart
I been on the paper
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes, what yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda the internet over Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my
That stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
This some shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet through the polo store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, that, like that, like that
And a bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me that I a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, the flow around
Hey some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those
Bouncing up and and down
to ya toes
In the throwin' bows