Omegle Bars Episode 12 – Clip 1

Orange, Fruit, Apples, Keyboard

FREESTYLE:

Should I rap or chill? Sometimes I’m torn  
Then I peel back anxiety just like a orange  
Now I know what I’m supposed to do  
Lettin’ y’all witness, I spit this  

Dog, my saliva is citrus juice  
I getcha loose every time I provide  
The ill multi-colored  
Orange, purple, red, green vibe  

Mack up on it and you know I’m on that fly shit  
Changin’ off o’ orange, now I’m spittin’ ultraviolet  
Any different color that be up in my palette  
Ay, it’s time to vote, I be castin’ my ballot  

Ay, Harry Mack for President  
I rep the residence  
I’m goin’ places where they never went  
My flow is heaven-sent, I’m on  

Y’all know I’m really ’bout to spit this shit  
They could not compute  
I’ma eat y’all like fruit  
Make ’em yell out, “Oh, shoot!”  

Harry Mack might just grab you  
Rappers rotten to the core  
Worms in they apple  
Yeah, I’m doin’ what I’m feelin’ when I reach ya  

Classic gift, kinda like a apple to a teacher  
I got a classic gift, it’s embedded at birth  
You see, my classic gift is rappin’ with improvised verse  
And now I’m here just to burst  

I do it unrehearsed  
Holy with the lyrics, I be takin’ y’all to church  
I’m flowin’ direct off the brain  
When I be rhymin’, they know that it’s flame  

Matter fact, I’m ’bouta get all the jewelry  
I’m ’bout to cop me a chain  
Ay, comin’ for mine whenever I rhyme  
Kinda like chain, the way that I shine  

You know I’m blowin’ ya mind  
Whenever I’m spittin’, my flow is divine  
Peace to the homie, ay  
Ayo, I know you can feel me  

I’m so tired of the nonsense that they showin’ me  
Happy to link with the god who be flowin’ free  
Yeah, here’s a little break from all o’ the mistakes  
Ay, I’ma kill the verse, do it all in one take  

C’mon, I earned the title, yeah, I’m gettin’ the reward  
They be typin’ compliments all on the keyboard  
Ay, y’all know that my lyrics is so tight  
Shinin’ so bright, had to switch to the strobe light  

Yeah, and y’all know that they can’t spit hard, not hardly  
He threw on the strobe light, now we live at the party  
Uh, and I’ma put it down, spit it fly  
Painted on the wall, it says WHY  

Why would I stop?  
Homie, why would I quit?  
Homie, why would the industry deny I’m the shit?  
Homie, why would I ever take a break from the game?  

Homie, why would they step to me? I’m fresh off the print  
Homie, why would a dude like Mack hop up on Omegle?  
Why wouldn’t he rap in real life for the people?  
I’ll tell you why, ’cos COVID droplets in the sky  

It’s killin’ people daily and we cannot deny  
We need a vaccine, homie  
I be on it when I’m rippin’  
Harry Mack, I gotcha trippin’  

When I grip the mic, I’m flippin’  
Compared to other rappers, all my lyrics is more tight  
I know the category to avoid, it’s Fortnite  

Let’s go!  

Omegle Bars Episode 12 – Clip 2

Ramen, Paint, Anticipation

FREESTYLE:

Said in this game of freestylin’, I’m the honor boss  
My voice sound warm like the ramen broth  
Yeah, and when it comes to raps, I’m top pick  
I’m like ramen, I’m just what you need when ya sick  

’Cos when it comes to lyrics  
Y’all know that I’m low-pro stealth  
What you need when you’re sick  
’Cos I’m boostin’ your health  

It’s Mack, I’m all up in it and I’m spittin’ with the true vision  
I’m like soup, how I’m boostin’ your immune system  
Yeah, goin’ places most these rappers never been  
Healin’ your pain, y’all, my lyrics like the medicine  

Uh, I’m out here just workin’  
I love eatin’ ramen but I hate the slurpin’  
Sound that it makes, plus the broth be splashin’  
The stains on my T-shirts, I hate it with passion  

Yeah, but y’all know that your mind gets provoked  
I had all kind o’ Cup o’ Noodles back when I was broke  
I’m talkin’ college, back when I was up in the dorm  
But now, see, I’m known just to rap and perform  

I get around the planet and I rhyme for mad people  
But now I’m quarantined and I had to switch to Omegle  
And rappers hella jealous ’cos I do what they can’t  
This beat is like the canvas, I’ma fill it with paint  

Yeah, I’ma keep it movin’, never down ’n out  
Ayo, I’m fresh like the coat when you painted your house  
H-Mack, I’m up on it and I’m holdin’ it down  
I’m a king in this thing, I need a golden crown  

Yeah, ayo, I can face this or any other challenge  
Feel like a painter, I’m just movin’ through the color palette  
Yeah, blendin’ different colors with the mix  
When it comes to lyrics, y’all know I’m the shit  

I’ma break you off with the lyrical fix  
Harry Mack, I’m off the head for days  
Shout my woman in the sweater that is red and gray  
I’m just doin’ what I gotta do  

Yo, when it comes to lyricism, I just slaughter crews  
And c’mon, I’m tryin’ to live in this bitter nation  
Election comin’ up, we got anticipation  
We wonderin’ what’s comin’ and we checkin’ the polls  

Honestly, the stress is heavy on my soul  
I hope we find a way to regain control  
I don’t know what’s goin’ on, we ’bout to explode  
Anticipation ’cos I be the hottest performer  

Anticipation like a monster right ’round the corner  
Anticipation like you watchin’ horror film  
Anticipate me spittin’ hotter than a warmed up kiln  
H-Mack, I’m up on it, I’ma burn y’all like clay  

I just say what I say and I lyrically spray  
I get down for all my people and they love how I rock  
Yes, please, indeed, now I’m spittin’ it major  
At first she was blockin’ the cam up with the paper  

But now we together and I’m droppin’ songs  
Me and my friend, we be rockin’ on  

Let’s go!  

Omegle Bars Episode 12 – Clip 3

Water, Bass, Table

FREESTYLE:

Ayo, I’m ’bout to break you down with the freestyle notions  
You know my flow watery, it’s just like the ocean  

Anytime I’m spittin’, I be drivin’ them crazy  
My lyrics like the ocean ’cos my freestyle’s wavy  
You want the real, page me, you know I’ll deliver  
Said my flow is liquid water, dog, it moves like a river  

Said it moves like the Nile or the Mississippi  
Ridin’ on my wave ’cos they know my flow is trippy  
It’s me, the one who goes deep like deep sea divin’  
I kill it every time I’m arrivin’  

I’m in another plane with the crazy flows  
I hydrate your whole brain like the H2O  
Yeah, I’m up in the place  
I’m the one they wanna chase  

Matter fact, they drop it low  
And I rhyme like it’s bass  
Uh, y’all know I’m in the greatest state  
I drop low with the bass like a 808  

C’mon, yeah, you know that Mack will be your father  
Human beings are based on water  
I’ma combine two terms, y’all better know what I meant  
We made o’ water, like 80 percent  

I don’t know how it’s true ’cos I don’t see any blue  
I don’t understand, man, I’m just one dude  
But I’ll break it down for all o’ y’all  
You know my bars are fatal  

Rappers used to be winnin’ until I turned the tables  
Speakin’ of turnin’ tables, y’all know that I’m better  
Speakin’ of turnin’ tables, well, I’ma press a record  
Press it up to vinyl, put it on the turntable  

Put the needle to the groove, show the planet that I’m fatal  
Doin’ what I gotta do, you know that I’m up in it  
Harry Mack, you know I’m spittin’ bars that are infinite  
Yeah, and y’all know that I’m flingin’ shit that’s fatal  

You wanna rap? Well, what you bringin’ to the table?  
He’s holdin’ up the bottle, homie, I’m goin’ full throttle  
And when it be comin’ to rappin’, I’ll be the role model  
Dawg, I feel ya, you know he’s the one that I appeal to  

Who’s that on your hat that you reppin’? That’s the Steelers?  
Ayo, I think that I grabbed it  
Y’all know that I’m rhymin’  
Man, they got the emblem  

And you know it’s got the three diamonds  
Harry Mack, I’m out here winnin’ infinitely  
I been a G, I spit for these peeps on Omegle  
Clap your hands, I’m tappin’ in to rap for fans  

Get two thumbs up like it’s Siskel and Ebert  
They said that rap was dead, so I’m bringin’ the rebirth  
What! 

Omegle Bars Episode 12 – Clip 4

Detroit Red Wings, Black Widows Elite, Family

FREESTYLE:

Omegle bars, y’all know how we do  
Ay, ay, ayo, I’m shakin’ emcees  
My man was on Omegle  
He was waitin’ for me  

He said he been followin’  
Ever since day one  
Well it’s time to freestyle  
I’ma slay, son  

I put it down, enemies is gettin’ destroyed  
I span from Los Angeles out to Detroit  
Yeah, you know they gon’ feel me out there  
’Cos anytime I rhyme, I’m gettin’ ill with the flair  

Ay, vicious when I spit this  
Do that off-the-head thing  
Takin’ flight like the Detroit Red Wings  
Gettin’ busy when I’m on it  

Man, I spit flows  
If you bite, it’s fatal, black widow  
Ay, H-Mack, I kill the cypher  
Y’all know I’m hyper  

I’m crawlin’ towards the mic like spider  
And you know they can’t even believe what he said  
Crawl to the cypher like a spider  
Then I’m weavin’ my web  

But it’s a web of words, off the head absurd  
Y’all know that I’m movin’ fast  
But ironically, my vision never blurred  
I’m seein’ 20-20, y’all know it’s off top of the brain  

Shout to my homie who be rockin’ the chain  
He got the cross on that thang  
Plus he got the red and white stripes  
Uh, y’all know that I’m gettin’ hype when strikin’ mics  

Yeah, we all up in it droppin’ bars  
Peace to my homie who’s kickin’ it in the car  
Now listen, they can try  
But there’s no way they can damage me  

I’ma hold it down with my people  
That’s my family, yeah  
Shout to my sister, shout to my moms  
Shout to my pops, too  

Long as you got the fam on your side  
Nobody can stop you  
Y’all know I’m spittin’ in every direction  
Y’all know with lyrics, I got a collection  

Y’all know I gotta send the affection  
Out to my family, give me direction  
Helpin’ me know where to go  
Whenever I’m lost on this planet  

You know the love they givin’ to me  
Man, that shit’s so gigantic  
Never gonna panic long as they got my back  
I’m tapped in, ready just to rap  

It’s the Mack, I’m all in effect when I’m live on Omegle  
Gettin’ down with some brand new people  
Shouts to my homie reppin’ for the D  
Never write my lyrics, I prefer to keep it free  

It’s me, unh, can’t nobody hold me back  
My soul is trapped, had to crack  
Right through the cul-de-sac  
And now I’m here, they call me the man  

It blows my mind to be out here connectin’ with fans  
Let’s go!