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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 eliminate the
Illuminate the in the lightning
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him young
I these rappers starving 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 then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family the Partrige
tricks flawless, trapeze artists
Take my and put it in a photo album
How money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I use a thousand
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Doctor
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and
Tryna put me down well futile ooh child
Supernatural message got you out
Believe in God but believe religion
Saying its the truth but never listened
That's conversation though
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out but its all exhaust
We comin' for your better call the cops
You want a war? we got a holocaust
Yo E how bars is that
Is it enough to these haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the
Gave me carpal
Couple billion people are they all gon' love
Hell no, no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On some toes, what else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My girl me Mac you a wierdo
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, dance with no pants
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 never liked
Been miseducated so to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo
In the studio wondering what I go for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, 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 that
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 Yoyo's
to ya toes
In the throwin' bows