Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 1

Tree, Blue, Cupcake

FREESTYLE:

Yo, Harry Mack, I'm the one they all wanna be
Freshest emcee-when flowin', I'mma grow like a tree
C'mon, I grab the microphone and then I just rock 'em I got these rappers fallin' off like tree leaves when it's autumn
Yo, when I do my thing, I got the rhymes you can't compute

Nothin' cute; yo, like a tree, I got firm roots
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, I give birth to the verse
In fact, I got roots that's goin' way deep in the earth I spit it right off the top, somebody throw another word out
["Blue."]
I'mma kick the rhymes the people never heard 'bout Check it, it's

Harry Mack, I'm spittin' it mad
Yo, I got rappers blue 'cos they feelin' so sad
When I'm on the microphone, straight to heaven I send 'em
Time and space, I'mma bend 'em; I leave 'em blue like your denim

Harry Mack, when I be on it, you know I'mma reach ya
Frequency freaker; in fact, I turn 'em blue like your speaker
Harry Mack, I be off the top, they not even catchin'
Got a passion; hold up, both of us are now matchin'

C'mon, Harry Mack, man, never ever spittin' it bland
The same speaker from a different brand
Where's the next word?
["Cupcake."]
Eat 'em like a cupcake

Harry Mack, I just rip the mic for fuck's sake
Check it out, ayo, you know they can't waste me
My flow is tasty, kinda like the cupcake pastry
Harry Mack, man, you know that I rocks

They couldn't get just one cupcake, they needed the box
Yeah, I understand it, I'm addicted as well, they go nuts I like cupcakes, but I'm more addicted to the donuts
Harry Mack, I'm comin', I been raw from the start I rep for the art, and like your earring shape, I got heart
C'mon, it goes down when I'm flexing strong

The shape of her shades is like a hexagon
Harry Mack, I get busy, yo, I try to rip
Yo, she got the braids nice 'cos she dyed the tips I really do what I do whenever I'm killin', makin' a million
Harry Mack, I'm off o' the top when spittin' the lyrics the people feelin'

Yeah, and thank y'all for givin' it a chance
Harry Mack, I kick the lyrics that are way too advanced It's like that, y'all!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 2

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

It's
Harry Mack, I'm off the top with the sick shit
Shout to all the people at Echo Park for the picnic
Harry Mack puts it down when I do it, I just let my verse spit

Shout to my homie who's chillin' shirtless
H-Mack callin' it out, I'm gettin' fly, then
Yo, my flow be wetter than a fire hydrant
Harry Mack up on it, for my style, they gon' thank it

Shout to all the homies that's kickin' it on the blanket
Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm hittin' y'all with more flair
She be standin' out a lot with the orange hair It's
Harry Mack, man, you know I let my flow go

So crazy like my man up in the polo
H-Mack, callin' it out, ayo, I'm fly
How could you say he's fly not
She got the Converse high tops Yeah, it's

Harry Mack, I'm in it, I'mma rock the
Nikes Illest off the top o' the dome, I think he might be
Yeah, and when I'm on it, Harry Mack, ayo, I reach strong
Shout to my girl with yellow shades and the bleach blonde It's

Harry Mack, when I'm on it, flow is reckless
From here to Texas, plus she got the gold heart on the necklace
So come get with it, yo, I lead 'em to the slaughter
Matter fact, my flow is wet just like bottles o' water

Yeah, and he gets ill every time he performs
The Mack's about to pop like Herbs & Spices popcorn
Yeah, it's from Trader Joe's, yo, I be slayin' hater foes
When I'm off the mic, I'm the illest, it's undebatable It's

Harry Mack, man, they can't believe this
It's way too hot for the sleeves, he rocked the sleeveless It's
Harry Mack, lyrics I'm kickin' is hardcore
When I scorch, I use the force like it's

Star Wars It's goin' down once again, I got it made
And shouts to all my homies who be chillin' in the shade Listen--

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 3

Pasta, Sneakers, Boat, Palm Tree, Weed, Sun

FREESTYLE:

Once again, when I'm on it, man, you know I let my riddles deploy
["Pasta!"]
Been kickin' rhymes since I was a little boy
Yo, smokin' like a Rasta, peel off in a
Mazda When I'm on the mic, I'm eatin' rappers like some pasta

Ayo, check it out, these rappers just don't get me
My flow is deadly, ayo, these rappers slurp it like spaghetti
But I'm nonstop, ayo, you know I'm 'bout to hit 'em with the sauce
["Sneakers."]
Rappers, they don't ever take a loss I came to the park, now I'm bangin' through the speaker I'm in love with hip hop and also

NIKE sneakers Yes, it goes down, I'm comin', yo, I'm about to hit 'em It's
Harry Mack, I be in tune with the rhythm
["Boat!"]
Yo, you know you need this, I'm 'bout to write a rhymin' thesis
And speakin' of the sneakers, she got

Nikes , she got ADIDAS What was your word?
["Boat!"]
Yo, I just quote Over tracks, I float like I'm all up in a boat It's
Harry Mack, I'mma do it until it turns dawn
And you could hop on a boat that looks just like a swan Ayo, it's

Harry Mack, you know I'm swimmin' through the pond
Every time I kick my lyrics, I be lastin' too long
["Palm tree!"]
Yeah, ayo, I'm smokin' on the strong trees I'm in
LA catchin' shade from a palm tree

You know where I'm at-["Weed!"]-and it'll always be fine I'm out in
LA with the Hollywood sign [What did you say?]
["Weed!"]
Yo, I got what you need I spit it flyer, plus my lyrics get you higher than weed
Yeah, off o' the top, yo, I make you a believer

One question: is it indica or is it the sativa?
Yeah, Harry Mack, I do it mentally
In LA, you can cop weed from the dispensary I just be flippin' it when I be rippin', I'm doin' the things that I feel
And shout to the people who throwin' the--["Sun!"]--words to me, I'm keepin' it real

And every time I'm on it, rip it in the truest ways I'm rhymin', son shinin' like sun with the UV rays
H-Mack, when I'm on it, I'm the illest on the whole scene I be shinin' so bright I'mma make 'em need some sunscreen
Harry Mack, rippin', I brought the fly vibe
Thanks for stoppin' and listenin', I'm throwin' the high fives Like that, y'all!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 4

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, I didn't know I had a secondary crowd behind
Now I'm 'bout to turn and rap 'bout y'all in the line
Harry Mack, yo, I'm spittin' rhymes in every direction
These shades are like my mirror, let me check my reflection Yeah, it's

H-Mack, I be fixin' my hair
Every time I bring the lyrics, I be spittin' it rare
Yo, a rapper step to Mack, that's the moment he violated
He got the water bottle, that's smart to stay hydrated

Harry Mack, every time I spit, I bring the new flows I get the kudos, he's sippin' on the
H 2 O It goes down, Harry
Mack, my sound has swag
Yo, I'm pullin' lyrics out the purse like a brown bag

Once again, it's on it, yo, I'm ill, my
G She got the sneaky phone lookin' like she's filmin' me
But yo, I, hold it down forever, I brought the rap words
She got the black hat flipped backwards

Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics never a fad
In this game, I'm number one just like the number-one dad
Yo, I'm about to strike ya like I had a lightsaber I told these rappers I'm your father like I'm Darth Vader It's
Harry Mack, yo, these rappers never hard, what

Ayo, I wake you up like liquid from the Starbucks
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm spittin' too raw
They turned it into a sippy cup to get rid o' the straw
Less plastic; when I spit, you know it's too drastic

Harry Mack, you know that I go way above average
Now, check it, when I'm on it, I be rappin' too strong
Yo, tell me, who is this that you got [tatted] on your arm?
Yo, once again I'm in it, yo, he came and said, "Yo!"

Harry Mack, he's gettin' nice with the lyrical flow
Yeah, check it, thank you, bro, appreciate the props
When it come to rhymin', I'mma do it nonstop Yeah, I got--

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 5

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, (yeah, yeah), (yeah, yeah, yeah), (yeah, yeah, yeah), (yeah, uh) 1 (...)
'S Harry Mack, yo, I rock like a beast
Matter fact, I be chillin' like this dog on the leash
Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics is the highest o' grades

The dog was like, I'm tired, man, I'm tryna chill in the shade
Harry Mack, I pull it off every time that I rock
And shout my man in blue shorts, brown shoes with no socks
Yeah, I call it how I see it, freshest when I rip this

Harry Mack, you know I just be reppin' for my district
C'mon, I spit the lyrics, everyone in love with that I brought the pure voice, she got turquoise on the trucker hat It's
Harry Mack, you know I rock it with skill I'm droppin' it ill, she got the shades on top o' the bill 'cos she's in the shade, she don't need the glasses on 'er eyeballs
Every time I grab the mic, you know I spit it fly, y'all

Ayo, I bring 'em to the ground with the rhyme tackle
She ain't eatin' out a bowl, eatin' out a pineapple
'S Harry Mack, yo, he just speaks from the soul What's cool about that?
You can eat the bowl!

Yeah, Harry Mack, I do what I feel, the people like me
My rhymes like the pineapple skin, sharp and spiky
Hit from every angle, comin' with the bomb verse I got the
Nikes , she got ADIDAS , she got the Converse It's

Harry Mack, you know my flow don't jam I would call yours out, too, but I don't know that brand
Harry Mack, yo, I spit it, you know that I'm dope, bro
He be rockin' shoes without no logos
Harry Mack, I be thinkin' too hard

We on some LA hipster shit, we be drinkin' from jars Yeah--

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 6

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

These rappers spittin' lyrics, they don't really seem loose
My lyrics is healthy like sippin' the green juice
Yeah, I see it all, yo, the performer is fly
She ain't know I was lookin', saw from the corner of eye

Yeah, Harry Mack, you know that I spits it true I can see everything in my peripheral view C'mon, it's
Harry Mack, for hours doin' work And when I'm flowin', I'm growin' like flowers on your skirt It's
Harry Mack, you know I'm knockin' rappers off the mantel 1
Off the handle, don't get cold feet like open-toed sandals I'm never nervous; I do this, here, on purpose

And when it come to rhymin', yo, I hit y'all with the service I'm throwin' a pound and also a high-five
Harry Mack, off the tip, I'm bringin' the fly vibe
Yo, check it, when I'm on it, I be spittin' direct
That was those moments where the pound almost didn't connect I had to come back around, yo, I'm up to the task

My man got the trucker hat, he's rockin' the mask
Harry Mack put it down, yo, he doesn't seem paid
Shout to my homie who's rockin' the green shades
Harry Mack up on it, yo, you know I'm 'bout to rap nonstop

They round on the bottom but flat on top
Yo, check the way I do it, man, I'm wilin'
Freestylin', I got the people smilin' Uh, I ain't down with rappers 'cos it's kind of a foul scene I got flows that's watery like what's in yo'
Nalgene Uh, H-Mack, yo, I rip it with swag

Yo, I can see the brand 'cos it sticks out the bag C'mon, it's
Harry Mack, I'm 'bout to rep for my faction I wish every time I rapped, I got that kind of reaction

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 7

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yo, I'm kickin' rhymes right now, you know I do what I do
She got the shades with the white and purple hue "Harry
Mack, you're wack, I'm really 'bout to kick ya out!"
Yo, you rappers some cartoons, like Mickey Mouse My cameraman, grab this right here

Yo, when I'm on the mic, I'm 'bout to spit quite clear
C'mon, you know I'm comin' off reckless with flows
And while I'm rappin', I'm also directin' the show
Multitaskin', spittin' with passion, takin' action She be in the background, iPhone flashin'--

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 8

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

--Comin' to the people who be posin' for the picture
When it come to rhymin', Harry Mack gon' be a fixture
Yeah, and everything I spray is ill My skills is classical just like the LA Phil
Yo, Harry Mack up on it and it's always good soul

Tryna do like LA Phil and rock the Hollywood Bowl
C'mon, when I'm up in it, you know I'm on a young scene
Ayo, the sun is shinin', I'm gon' need some sunscreen
Yeah, and when I'm rappin', they heard me I be blockin' your shine on some

SPF 30 Harry Mack, I throw it down, man, you know that I rap sick
If you wanna see the LA Phil, then hit the tablet It's
Harry Mack, man, you know I'm 'bout to rock ya
Tryna go down in history like Cyndi Lauper It's

Harry Mack, man, you can't rap hardly Crazy phlegm, I'mma be like Damian Marley
Ayo, Harry Mack, I'm rippin' the jam I need a few o' these 'cos I'm spittin' for fans Get it?
Ayo, I flipped it-oh, for real?-that's the swag, though! It's
Harry Mack, I should put it in a bag, yo

No, I'm playin', don't gimme everything you sell
She's like, "That ain't gonna cut it," I can already tell
C'mon, comin' through and I'm bringin' the fly vibe I'm about to give my two new fans a high-five
Harry Mack, any problem we face, we solvin' I'm spittin' to pay my rent, hashtag-adultin'

Yeah, I read it all up off the T-shirt It's
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, we do straight work Uh [Is it still filming?]
["Yeah."]
[Oh, dope, let's just keep goin'!]
Yo, yo Illest freer, right by the
Horchateria R-L, it goes down, feel me here to Saturn

Matter fact, I got 'em trippin' like his shirt pattern It's
Harry Mack, yo, can't nobody do it better
On the top it's black and white, and on the bottom it's a leopard Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, I'm goin' full throttle He's like, I'mma cop the gallon, I'mma need the whole bottle

Harry Mack, yo, you know I get shit live I spit shit wise, I'm reppin' three-sixty-five 1
Days o' the year, yo, you know I'm doin' my thing
And like this water right here, all my lyrics gon' spring
Yo, I jump on the track; been controllin' it, bro

Unlike this lady's jeans, ain't no holes in my flow
Harry Mack, yo, these rappers in the game try to kill me I'm spittin' like a horchata, lyrics is milky
C'mon, it goes down when I'm up in the shit
Yo, if you got a dollar, better give 'em some tips

Yo, if you have a heart, then you know where to start
Put a dollar-fifty in the jar so you can do your part
C'mon, Harry Mack, man, you know my flow is reckless
Shinin' in gold when I'm rhymin', just like his necklace It's

Harry Mack, man, they callin' me a weirdo
Salud to my man, we both let the beards grow
Yeah, it goes down once again
Harry Mack got the lyrics that'll make your heads spin--

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 9

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

--So now I know I have what I need, lead y'all to slaughter
My flow is water, I'm hittin' tracks like piñata
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm the man when I ride
Hold up, it's a piñata but is there candy inside?

H-Mack, when I'm on it, I be bringin' the facts
Ayo, I'm breakin' it open like I'm swingin' a bat
Ayo, when I'm on a mic, I be boostin' my position
They stop and look, like, "I'on't know, should we stop and listen?" I'll make it clear, Harry

Mack, I'm 'bout to do my duty
My flow is loco, I'm crazy, I spit it raw like sushi I'm callin' out the
T-shirt, rap's dead but this the rebirth
And rappers steppin' out o' line the first one that's gon' be hurt It's

Harry Mack, yo, I came to give y'all love
Rappers tryna kick it with me like the football club
Harry Mack representin', you know I be the god emcee
Ayo, my mics is this word, my property No one can [take]

'em 'cos I got the monopoly We are ill, superhero like Marvel It's
Harry Mack, call 'em out, high or sober, y'all I told you
I'm the greatest rapper overall Get it?
Ayo, I'm callin' what she's wearin'!

I spit it off the tip, I don't need time for preparin' It's
Harry Mack, I'm reckless, feel me from here to
Texas He did the rap about the man with beaded necklace
They sharin' a ice cream, they there in the background I'm live with the lyrics, ain't never no wack sound

Told you I be gettin' busy with the raw rap
It's too hot out to not have me a freakin' straw hat I shoulda done like this guy, you know I'mma hit that
Harry Mack, every time I got the mic, I spit raps I told you I'm real, what you feel, never fakin'
She got the fancy shoes with the yellow snakeskin

Harry Mack, I'm killin' all the haters If it's not the snakeskin, it's the alligator
C'mon, and when I'm on it, I'm the funky, fresh consumer I'm quick to doom ya; ayo, I'm leapin' like the puma It's
Harry Mack, yo, I be better, I'm fresh I use your shoes, there, to play checkers and chess
C'mon, when I'm on it, Harry Mack, you know I wreck great

Ayo, I got these sucker rappers in a checkmate
It goes down once again when I finesse
She be turnin' around in the blue and white dress
Just to peep it, it's

Harry Mack, I lead 'em to the slaughter, full throttle Hydrated with the green water bottle
Yeah, and when I get busy, you know I'm quite poppy
And y'all cannot stop me, he's sippin' the iced coffee
Once again, Harry Mack gets bus' Make some noise if you feelin' it, y'all know what it is C'mon!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 1 – Clip 10

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Shout my homie rockin' the cap, puffin' the cigarette Mack, y'all! [Hahaha, dope! Yeah, y'all.
Nobody wanted it but we did it anyway. Thank you. We love you.]