In your old man voice Yeah, a one two, a one two Four one two, four one two Four one two, four one two Four one two, four one two Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite simple Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate Illuminate the night in the lightning Ufo sightings leave em unidentified Steady I be getting high You ain't got no herbal Im'a lend you mine Its Doctor Octogon call him young phenomenon I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan You are the wackest my style holographic Had to put my city on the map shit If you a fat kid go get active If you a bad bitch then be a actress Rap ease carnage, my family ain't the partridge Whore tricks flawless like trapeze artists Take my life and put it in a photo album How much money do I got? I don't know who's countin' Fake mouthafucka's round me I could do without them You keepin' it a hundred I could use a thousand Im comin' now, call a truce I got a lot, but not to lose I'm the shit makin hits call me Doctor Luke And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood Why you sad all the time? Jump off a roof While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and Posdnous Tryna put me down well that's futile woo shell Supernatural message got you spooked out Believe in God but don't believe religion Saying its the truth but never really listened Thats another conversation though Walking on the pavement home, find a way to go Maybe one not taken, word to Robert Frost Blowin' out steam but its all exhaust We comin' for your dollars better call the cops You want a war? We got a nuclear holocaust Yo E how many bars is that? Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks? I been writin on the paper Gave me carpal tunnel Couple billion people are they all gon' love you? Hell no, hell no I be grindin' though rain sleet hail snow Sticking to my word like its Velcro On some shell toes What else yo Dope shit, go crazy Kinda like the Internet over Hov's baby My girl tell me "Mac you a weirdo" I guarantee that baby be a super hero This ain't nothin but some rhymes from my mind That been stuck inside since the Beginning of time Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants If I got my eyes on her, player, you got no chance This some simple shit I'm sure they fear I'm just trying to explore whats real Child of the blues, never liked school Been miseducated so word to Lauryn Hill Music is my outlet walking through the Polo store In the studio wondering what I go home for In my own world when I close the door To the booth, young and searching for the truth Like that, like that, like that... And a little bit of this and a little bit of that I just spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap Damn, if you got some time, you can sit down Listen to me now, pass the flow around Hey, this some cypher shit I know you like that shit Freestylin' in the air, go and write that shit I don't write that bitch, I got ill flows Yeah, I'm ill, yo And this is real, yo Mac Miller gon' kill those Flows Bouncing up and down, yo-yos Head to your toes In the... in the paint throwing balls Yeah, throwing balls in the paint That's what basketball players do I don't think anyone was gonna listen this for But we should keep it in Bee-yatch!
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