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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 simple

Hey its what I to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the in the lightning
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
Steady I be getting
You ain't got no herbal I'ma you mine
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
I leave 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 carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, trapeze
my life 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 could do without
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 makin' hits call me Doctor
And prescribing you a vibe for that mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
put me down well that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
its the truth but never really listened
That's another though
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
Maybe one might take the 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 many is that
Is it enough to these haters all heart attacks
I writing on the paper
Gave me carpal
Couple billion are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes, else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the internet over baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that baby be a hero
This ain't nothin' but comes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the of time
romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
This some simple I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore whats
Child of the never liked school
miseducated so word to Lauran hill
Music is my walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, that
And a bit of this and a little 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, pass the flow
Hey thats some cypher shit, I you like that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows