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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 quite

Hey its what I create to the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave 'em
I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him phenomenon
I leave these rappers 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 bitch be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my aint the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, trapeze
my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I know who's countin'
Fake round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Doctor
And you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me well that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
its the truth but never really listened
That's another conversation
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out but its all exhaust
We comin' for dollars better call the cops
You want a we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many is that
Is it enough to give these all heart attacks
I writing on the paper
Gave me tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon' love
Hell no, no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On some shell toes, else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the internet Hov's baby
My girl me Mac you a wierdo
I that baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
That been stuck since the beginning 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 they fear
I'm trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so to Lauran hill
is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio what I go home for
In my own when I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the
that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of
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 thats cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write shit
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down
to ya toes
In the paint throwin'