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In old man voice
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 the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO leave 'em unidentified
I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him phenomenon
I leave these starving like its Ramadan
You are the my style 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 aint the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, artists
my life and put it in a photo album
How money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's me I could do without them
You it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
message 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 take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out but its all exhaust
We for your dollars better call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to these haters all heart attacks
I been on the paper
Gave me carpal
Couple billion are they all gon' love you?
no, hell no
I be grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On some toes, what else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but comes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the of time
Chemical romance, slow with no pants
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure fear
I'm trying to explore whats real
of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, that
And a little bit of this and a bit of that
I spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
to me now, pass the flow around
Hey some 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 this is yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows