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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 to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO leave 'em unidentified
I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him phenomenon
I these rappers 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
tricks flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo
How much do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I 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 hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural message got you out
Believe in God but don't believe
Saying its the but never really listened
That's another conversation
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the Robert Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars call the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to these haters all heart attacks
I writing on the paper
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon' love
no, hell no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda the internet over Hov's baby
My girl me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a hero
This nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm they fear
I'm just trying to whats real
of the blues never liked school
Been so word to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet walking through the store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, that, like that, like that
And a little bit of and a little 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 flow
Hey thats 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, gon' kill flows
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
to ya toes
In the paint bows