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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 nothin' but rhymes its simple

Hey its what I create to the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
Steady I be getting
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Doctor Octagon call him phenomenon
I leave these starving 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 ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard tricks flawless, trapeze
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do without
You keepin' it a hundred I use a thousand
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Luke
And prescribing you a for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm kicking it with and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down well that's futile ooh
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
Saying its the truth but never listened
That's conversation though
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one might take the word 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 attacks
I been writing on the
Gave me tunnel
Couple billion people are they all love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my
That been stuck inside since the beginning of
Chemical romance, slow dance no pants
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
This some shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so word to hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo
In the studio wondering what I go for
In my own world when I close the
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a 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, pass the around
Hey some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write shit
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill flows
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows