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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 its quite simple

Hey its what I create to the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO leave 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
I leave these starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style
Had to put my city on the map
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch then be a
Rap carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Hard flawless, trapeze artists
Take my and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I know who's 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 prescribing you a vibe for that awful
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
I'm kicking it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural message got you out
in God but don't believe religion
Saying its the but never really listened
That's conversation though
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We for your dollars better call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many is that
Is it enough to give haters all heart attacks
I been on the paper
Gave me carpal
billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
Sticking to my word its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the internet over baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes 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 simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just to explore whats real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet walking the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, like
And a little bit of this and a 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, pass the around
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you like shit
Freestyle in the air go and write shit
I don't write that I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
to ya toes
In the throwin' bows