Omegle Bars Episode 63 – Clip 1

Keyboard, Glasses, Nails, Microsoft, Africa

FREESTYLE:

Changin' the game, that's what we for, winnin' and gettin' the reward
Most o' these rappers, honestly, they not my type—hold up, wait, keyboard
Mack off the top o' the mental
Unh, blowin' your mind with the hype flow

Do not spell 'Mack' without the K, homie, 'cos that be a typo
Comin' in properly off o' the tip o' this
When I be rhymin', my flow is ridiculous
Unh, y'all know I rock 'til the day that I'm dead

Got 'em all noddin' they head
Peakin' my voice, stayin' way in the red; lyrically, I'm 'bout to smash this
Most o' my haters can't really see Mack, they need to go get some glasses
Lyrics that I kick, they be way too enrichin'

Can't see Mack, need a brand new subscription
Mack comin' through with the properest realness
Every time I rhyme, I'm 'bout to let my people feel this
Unh, comin' off the top with the bomb rap

If it wasn't glasses, then I'm steady makin' contact
Every time I'm spittin', I be flowin' divine
And when I'm rhymin' off the tip o' this, I'm blowin' your mind
Let's get it, unh, I'mma leave the whole track smothered

Peace to the friends with they arms around each other
That's what we love to see
Unh, back in the day, they was judgin' me
But now, I'm comin' off the top, I'm never gonna fail

All of my music, it bumps like braille
I be brand new and I never sound stale
I'm about to take the fuckin' hammer to the nail
Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know I'mma spit until I'm dead

Yo, that nail, I'm 'bout to hit it on the head
H-Mack, you know that I'm never really stoppin'
Rappers is wack, I put the nail in they coffin
Yeah, and y'all know that I come through to slam ya

It's like we playin' Smash Bros. and I got the hammer
'Cause I'm about to knock you off the planet
It's Harry Mack, I'm comin' with lyrics that are gigantic
I'm makin' you panic and runnin' too frantic, they be tryna get away from me

'Cause I be comin' off the top with crazy frees
Unh, I'm so hot that I'm bakin' it, man
And when I rhyme like this, I got you shakin' your hand
H-Mack, I'm unbelievable, my flow is inconceivable

Whenever I come with the clever lyrics off the top
Yeah, y'all know that I'm goin' over heads like a bald spot
Harry Mack, I never let the mic drop
I'mma hit the target, the realest o' artists

I know that I'm starvin', I know I'm a martian
They always regard 'im as one o' the greatest
I know that they hate this, these rappers can't take this
Ayo, I built it by myself like it's makeshift

Unh, I'm that type o' boss
PC in my brain, y'all, Microsoft
H-Mack, I'm about to kill it in a ill way
Unh, I'm gettin' paper like I'm Bill Gates

Yeah, and y'all know that I am the rappin' boss
Word to my name, though, I'm 'Mackintosh'
Yeah, I'm about to grab foes
H-Mack, man, I leave you all tackled

Said I'm 'Mackintosh' like Apple, I be more damn advanced than a iPhone
When I'm comin' off the top o' the mind, bro, I'm displayin' all o' them fuckin' fly poems
Crushin' the circle
Film on your phone, I can see that it's purple

Yeah, I see you there in the back
I'm 'bout to make 'em aware o' my raps
Yeah, y'all know that Mack is a master
Whenever I'm spittin', I'm causin' disaster

Come with the bomb flow, here to Toronto
Shout to my homie that's reppin' the Raptors
I'm about to make you all believers
I'mma wake you up like a sativa

In the game, I be the number-one achiever
Shouts to the people chillin' out there in Tunisia
Yeah, and y'all know I'm 'bout to spit 'til my heart's shaky
It's a 'Night in Tunisia' like 'Art Blakey'

I'mma spazz like jazz, check how long I'm 'bout to last, over tracks, I'm 'bout to snap
I'mma do it, y'all know I'm workin' magic, bruh
I got love for my fans out in Africa
Unh, and they be lovin' Harry Mack

Ayo, Africa, tell me where you at
Yeah, Tunisia all up in the buildin'
Shinin' bright, brilliant, and I'm so resilient
Unh, H-Mack came to rock the scene

Shout to my homie in the hoodie that is aqua green
Yeah, y'all know I'm doin' that work
Beat got paused 'cos my comp had an alert
Unh, y'all know they givin' the dap

H-Mack, I'm too sick with the raps
Yeah, makin' it known, unh, rappers, they ain't never seen me
Shout to my homie that's in the blue long-sleeved T-shirt and rockin' the beanie
I put my words together so cleanly, they 'bout to know what we doin'

Unh, top position, that's what we pursuin', I'm leavin' your whole crew in ruin
Yeah, comin' off the top and I gotta get acknowledged
All these other rappers in the game get abolished
Over instrumentals, man, you know I'm 'bout to frolic

I see that hand on the side, purple nail polish
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 63 – Clip 2

Friend, Underworld, New Generation

FREESTYLE:

Rep from the east to the west end, one two, I be testin'
Every time that I rhyme, y'all, I make the beat to my best friend
uh, check out the way that my lyrics all get directed, you all get affected
uh, me and the track is like best friends, that means we stayin' connected

uh, we 'bout to rise up above
uh, shouts to my friends, I give love
uh, shouts to my homies, shouts to my dudes
Shouts to my family, shouts to my crew

Shouts to my clique, shouts to my gang
Shouts to my friends, they be doin' they thang
Shouts to the people that hold me down
I am a king in the golden crown

uh, yeah, y'all know I'm killin' it, doin' it often
When I be spillin' these lyrics right off o' the tip, all the homies, they steadily noddin'
Yeah, I got your head goin' up and down; when I kick rhymes, I don't fuck around
They didn't know who I was at first, but I bet all o' them love me now

uh, H-Mack, man, I kill it every single time that I let my tongue unfurl
uh, and y'all know I'm spittin' fire, kinda like the devil in the underworld
Yeah, every time I spit off the top, man, I'm 'bout to let the thunder pound
H-Mack, reppin' for the underworld; excuse me, I meant to say underground

I be underground, kinda like a sewer; I be funky, kinda like manure
And it's crazy, what I do to ya: spit bars and I send 'em right through ya
Yeah, y'all know I'm keepin' it lethal; to me, there isn't no equal
Rockin' my people that's up on Omegle; underworld styles, they soundin' so evil

Yeah, soundin' hella devilish, I go against the grain, I'm rebellious
My story, I'm straight tellin' it; when I rhyme, emcees get jealous quick
I be comin' off the top; every time I rock, man, I'm locked in the zone
Yeah, peace to the homies who be filmin' me, and they takin' video on they phones

uh, I make it happen, I rock in a hurry
Peace to these dudes, they hair, it is curly
Mack, I be reppin', I get through obstacles with penetration
I rep for the new generation

I come off the top with the ill innovation, y'all know I invent like Edison
uh, killin' a rapper, I resurrect 'im, kill 'im twice, now I'm leavin' 'im dead again
Yeah, makin' it happen, I'm crazy when rappin', I'm takin' the action
Never caught slippin', I'm out here rippin'

I'm stayin' up on my mission, I'm addin' up money, that's addition
I'm gettin' it poppin', I'm never stoppin'
It's Harry Mack, I got the lyrics they coppin'
I'm doin' it often, until the day I'm dropped into my coffin

I'mma keep reppin', killin' any rapper in the game who be steppin'
Blowin' your mind when I'm flowin' divine off o' the top
When it come to lyrics, man, you know I don't stop
Killin' it when I be on it, y'all know I'm keepin' it honest

When it be comin' to rhymes, I just keep it like a promise
Yeah, they can't believe the flow
'Cos these lyrics that I kick are unbelievable
H-Mack gettin' busy, I'mma show you how it should be

Peace my homie in the back in the gray hoodie
H-Mack, all my lyrics make you think
Shout my man with the curly hair, plaid over the pink
Yeah, every time I rhyme, man, I run shit like the mayor

Like your plaid over your hoodie, all my lyrics come in layers
Yeah, I rep from here down to Texas, I'm in the game gettin' reckless
Rappers, they leavin' me cross, like what he got on his necklace
Y'all know I flow off the brain

When I be spittin', deliver the flames, takin' that aim
When I be rhymin', alignin' my lines, I be shinin' like chains
Yeah, when I spit off the top, man, I'm 'bout to make the people think
And while we on topics o' chains, only strong as they weakest link

So I'mma be the strongest, y'all know I'm about to make 'em all aware
Hope these lames prepare
Shout to my man with the curly hair in the front who be sittin' in the gamin' chair
Yeah, peace to all three, I'm rockin' for the trio

I'mma lock it down when I'm kickin' all these free flows
H-Mack, comin' off the tip to destroy rap
It's your boy, Mack, I truly hope y'all enjoyed that
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Omegle Bars Episode 63 – Clip 3

Earphones, Ukraine, Pasta, River

FREESTYLE:

Over instrumentals I be ready to dance
I got love for my people who be chillin' in France
H-Mack, I got all type o' power
I be standin' tall, somethin' like the Eiffel Tower

Mack, I'm all up in it kickin' lyrics that are casual
From Cali out to France, man, my flow is international
Every time I spit, I got love for my supporters
I span across many countries, hop over borders

I get love; obstacles, we 'bout to rise above
Y'all are chillin' on Omegle before leavin' for the club
"Can I kick a flow?"
They're like, "That'll be tight...

...Yo, maybe you could get us hype for our Saturday night!"
I'mma come right off the top while deliverin' these clear poems
Type o' shit that's steady knockin' in your earphones
H-Mack, man, y'all know I'm 'bout to rock for years

I'm connected like a phone to my ear
"Hello? Yo, what's goin' on? Hold up, can y'all hear me?"
Tappin' on the phone to make sure I came in clearly
H-Mack, y'all know that I rep in this crazy nation

Cell phone to your ear, I be spittin' radiation
uh, every time I rhyme, G, y'all know that it's lively
uh, mad controversial like towers for 5G
But H-Mack worth more than five grand

Who can rock up on this live jam? I can!
My god, god damn, he's killin' it
uh, got the people out in France straight feelin' it
Off the top, yo, he must have two brains

Heart goin' out to the people out in Ukraine
uh, I can't stand it anymore
I can't believe in 2022 we go to war
I can't believe that's how we choose to use

Our time on this Earth, so many lives we lose
If fills me with pain, it stresses out my brain
To see the war on TV, man, I can't maintain
To all the families in the Ukraine and the people gettin' slain

I hope there's more love we can gain
I'm tryna balance out the hate with the L-O-V-E
But there's many overlappin' challenges, it won't be easy
Damn, why do human lives have to be devoured?

So that leaders around the planet can gain more power?
What the fuck is goin' on, I think we got it wrong
So I'mma bring some L-O-V-E with this hot-ass song
H-Mack, I be the freestyle creator

I thought y'all was in Vegas 'cos you reppin' for the Raiders
uh, y'all know I seen it on the hoodie
I rearrange the game so I can show y'all how it should be
uh, I'm goin' in, I'm about to flow for them

I been crushin' this beat ever since the openin'
Yeah, doin' it better when I deliver
I fill your spine with the shivers, I'm flowin' just like a river
I think o' words so much quicker, y'all know they all in denial

I blow your mind with the style, I'm a river, I'm the Nile
I'm the one that be the biggest, the sickest, the most famous
Yo, direct through the screen I'mma aim this
Yeah, now let me run back through the list

'Cos I think I forgot one of four, it's got me pissed
Okay, earphones, then we went Ukraine
Then there was the third word that slipped out my brain
Then I went to river, but can someone please remind me

Yo, what was the third word to inspire my rhyme, G?
["Pasta!"]
Oh, yeah, I'm about to smoke mics like a Rasta
While I eat you up like pasta, never take a loss

Y'all know that I'm colder than the frost
Speakin' o' pasta, yo, Harry Mack, he got the sauce, like marinara or Alfredo
I'm the greatest in my era they aware o'; these rappers, they need to lay low
I'mma get it done, ride the track like a stallion, dude

I'm eatin' mics like Italian food
Let's go!