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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
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave 'em
Steady I be getting
You ain't got no I'ma lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
I leave rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the my style holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my aint the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, artists
Take my and put it in a photo album
How much do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do them
You keepin' it a hundred I could use a
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 vibe for that mood
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
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe
Saying its the truth but never really
another conversation though
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Frost
Blowin' out but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars better call the
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give these haters all heart
I been on the paper
Gave me tunnel
Couple people are they all gon' love you?
no, hell no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes, what yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I that baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the of time
Chemical romance, slow dance no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
This some simple 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 the polo store
In the studio what I go home for
In my own when I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a bit of this and a little 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 around
Hey thats cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write shit
I don't write that bitch I got ill
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' those flows
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the paint bows