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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 its quite simple

Hey its what I create to the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings leave 'em
I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
I leave rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, trapeze
Take my life and put it in a 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 call me Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
I'm kicking it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down well that's futile ooh
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but believe religion
Saying its the truth but never listened
That's conversation though
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars better the cops
You want a war? we got a holocaust
Yo E how bars is that
Is it enough to give haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
to my word like its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov's
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee baby be a super hero
ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore real
Child of the blues liked school
miseducated so word to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet walking through the store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, young and searching for the
Like that, that, like that, like that
And a bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme 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 that
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the paint bows