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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 but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its I create to eliminate the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave 'em
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 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 flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't know countin'
muthafucka's round me I could 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 Luke
And you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm kicking it Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me well that's futile ooh child
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but believe religion
Saying its the but never really listened
That's another though
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for your better call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how bars is that
Is it enough to give these haters all attacks
I been writing on the
Gave me carpal
Couple billion people are they all gon' you?
no, hell no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On some toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My girl me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
been stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, dance with no pants
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they
I'm just to explore whats real
of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so to Lauran hill
is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering what I go for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a little bit of this and a bit of that
I spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, the flow around
Hey some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and that shit
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' those flows
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows