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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 nothin' but rhymes its quite

Hey its what I to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings leave 'em
I be getting high
You got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
I these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style
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 the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, artists
my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do them
You it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' hits 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
put me down well that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe
its the truth but never really listened
That's another though
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one take the word Robert Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your better call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many is that
Is it enough to these haters all heart attacks
I been on the paper
Gave me tunnel
Couple people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov's
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but comes from my mind
been stuck 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 sure they
I'm just trying to whats real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so word to Lauran
Music is my outlet walking the polo store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own when I close the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
that, like that, like that, like that
And a bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me that I a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, pass the around
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I don't write that I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the paint throwin'