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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 its quite simple

Hey its I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the in the lightning
UFO sightings leave 'em
Steady I be getting
You ain't got no herbal I'ma you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him young
I leave rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the my style holographic
Had to put my city on the map
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch then be a
Rap ease carnage, my aint the Partrige
Hard flawless, trapeze artists
my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I I don't know who's countin'
Fake round me I could do without them
You it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
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
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
Saying its the truth but never listened
That's conversation though
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one might take the Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for your dollars better the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give these haters all heart
I writing on the paper
Gave me carpal
Couple billion people are they all gon' love
no, hell no
I be grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On some toes, what else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the internet Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
been stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
This some simple shit I'm sure 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 polo
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I close the
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a little bit of 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, the flow around
Hey thats some shit, I know you like that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down
to ya toes
In the paint bows