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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 sightings 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers starving like its
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 be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my aint the Partrige
tricks flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo
How much money do I got? I know who's countin'
muthafucka's round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I could use a
I'm comin' now, 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
off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and
Tryna put me down well that's ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
Saying its the truth but really listened
That's another though
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
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 grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word like its
On some toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov's
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that baby be a hero
This ain't but comes rhymes from my mind
been 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 never liked school
miseducated so word to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet walking through the store
In the studio what I go home for
In my own when I close the door
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, like that, 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
Listen to me now, pass the flow
Hey some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that
I don't that bitch 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