Omegle Bars Episode 67 – Clip 1

Compliment, Red, Conclusion

FREESTYLE:

Rappers try to spit but they gettin' too stuck
Shout to the chick who be drinkin' out the blue cup
Every time I'm on the mic, y'all know I'm 'bout to get hype
She be in the black top, she be rockin' them stripes

I'm about to break it down whenever I spit it
I said I make maneuvers smoother so that all o' y'all get it
Yeah, I'm goin' off the top, my freestyles are dominant
They be sayin', "Damn, he's nice," thanks for the compliment

Yeah, I'm 'bout to leave this track smothered
I'm matchin' perfectly just like complementary colors
Yeah, and y'all know I spit it with passion
Said I complement the beat, yo, we ain't never clashin'

Yeah, I said y'all know I'm 'bout to advance in
The game, peace to the person up on the side dancin'
I saw you for a minute, now you off o' the screen
I thought it was just two, but there's three on the team

Yeah, I grip up on the mic and then I'm 'bout to spit for y'all
She's like, come on, little man, you 'bout to get involved
uh, instrumental, doin' it harm
'Cos my lyrics got pull, like you did on his arm

Yeah, I'mma break it down each time I spit it in a free way
Shouts to my little man who's reppin' in the CK
They can't match to my style o' rhymes
'Cos my lyrics hella fancy just like Calvin Klein

uh, then again, I'll respell it 'cos I get iller
So instead of Calvin Klein, it stands for creative killer
H-Mack, y'all know I'mma crush it when I rap for them
I take the CK, then I'm respellin' the acronym

I make it happen 'til the day that I'm dead
Got information in my brain 'cos I stay well read
Yeah, check how I flipped it, man, I'm risin' above
I'm well read, but I'mma slash a rapper, leakin' out blood

And now it's MURDER on the mirror, I'm spellin' out murder
Said I kill it when I grip the mic, I'm ready to serve ya
uh, y'all know that I'm 'bout to get it crackin' like Snapple
Said I'm red like the blood and I'm red like a apple

Yeah, H-Mack, I break it down whenever I be flowin'
I'm the rapper that they know of, I got skills I gotta show 'em
And y'all know when I'm spittin', man, it's never no illusion
When they first seen me, they be drawin' them conclusions

He's probably wack, he probably sucks
He'll prob'ly try to kick a rap but then he'll prob'ly get stuck
Prob'ly ain't got no bars, he ain't about to let it roar
I bet he's got no similes, he's prob'ly got no metaphors

Well, kill all them conclusions that you drawin' from assumption
'Cos every time I'm rockin', I'mma keep the system bumpin'
Yeah, we conclude that after hearin' a few raps
This dude Mack is truly just too stacked with bars

Every time I rhyme, the people see I'm goin' hard
Y'all know when I'm rhymin', I be shinin' like a star
Lyrics old school like medieval
I said, "What's up?"
She said, "I'm eatin' and she's talkin' to people!"

Good shit, H-Mack, man, I crush it just for love's sake
What were you eatin' before? It looked like a cupcake!
Ayo, I'm 'bout to grab the mic and do them boss things
Word to pastries 'cos I spit it sweet like frosting

Yeah, y'all know it goes down
Every time I rhyme, I got my people lovin' the sound
And I got the kind o' voice they feel across the whole world
I be shinin' bright, kinda like your bracelet o' pearls

Yeah, see it on your wrist, I be leavin' rappers pissed
Every time I rhyme, y'all know I make 'em cease to exist
I'mma rap for them; lyrically, I'm attackin' them, I'm snappin' them
Treat these bars just like your bracelets, the way I'm stackin' them

Up and down the arm, I'm about to do harm
I get the people hype, you know they can't remain calm
Yeah, and y'all recognize when he is flowin'
I'm somethin' like your background, yeah, that tree that's growin'

'Cos I'm deeply rooted from the soil, can't compute it 'cos I'm royal
Goin' stupid, they enjoy to, every time they hear it
Get it crackin' when I'm snappin', Harry Mack is steady rappin'
Y'all know I got plenty facts so I'm 'bout to deploy it

Yeah, I do my thing and I transcend
Peace out to two o' my brand new friends
Will he kill the track? Well, I guess it just depends!
This is the conclusion, that's the moment when it ends
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Omegle Bars Episode 67 – Clip 2

Lost, Boys, Porn

FREESTYLE:

All o' my lyrics be colder than frost
Steppin' to Mack, they be takin' a loss
I stay turned on while they all stay turned off
uh, I know my haters are lost

Yeah, y'all know I'm nice with the rhymes
Check out the way that my lyrics align
When I be spittin', I stay in my prime
All o' y'all lost, I'm the one that they find

Comin' in perfectly, cut ya like surgery, H-Mack really on a word spree
uh, and y'all know that I been dreamin' o' these lyrics since a baby when I's cryin' in the nursery
Yeah, and y'all know I'm 'bout to injure your vibe, shout the big homie comin' in from the side
Yeah, y'all know we 'bout to get live; he was chillin' off cam, came in like, "Surprise!"

H-Mack, man, they makin' noise
Yeah, kickin' it with my boys
uh, y'all know we playin' with these rhythms
And we playin' with these mics, we gon' treat 'em like toys

Yeah, uh, every time I rhyme, I be growin' like crops on a farm
Yeah, shout to big homie rockin' in the white hoodie, right now they be pumpin' they arms
Y'all love the way I create; I kill, no debate
Rappers, they steppin', they meetin' they fate

uh, pullin' these styles out the crate
Shout to my man who be puffin' the vape
uh, y'all know I come through with crazy crew
And they couldn't never, ever go delay my moves

Yeah, shouts to my man with the vape pen, I could tell the color, it is baby blue
I be gettin' busy, I'mma leave you dizzy; hold up, every time that I rhyme, I'mma spew the phlegm
Wait a second, with the baby-blue vape, all of a sudden, I see that y'all got two o' them?
uh, I'm out here spittin' with passion

Yo, me and these beats, man, we ain't never clashin'
uh, Mack'n, I'm makin' it happen
The baby-blue vape pen, yo, both o' y'all matchin'
Yeah, H-Mack, I make it known soon

I got everybody straight noddin' to the tune
Shout to the homie who be in the white hoodie
And shout to the homie who be rockin' the maroon
Yeah, y'all know there ain't no denyin'

I'm 'bout to keep fryin' these tracks 'til I'm dyin'
Yeah, me and instrumentals are collidin'
When I first came on, you were straight cryin'
I was like, "What's goin' on?"

You were like, "Somethin' ain't right...
...Everybody tellin' me I look like a boy, even though I'm puttin' up a fight..."
I was like, "Don't worry, this is more than suitable...
...'Cos every time I get groovin', y'all know that it's musical!"

Harry Mack comin' off the tip just to let you know
Right now, you are lookin' beautiful
uh, I'm about to do my art
Hopefully, I can lift up your heart

Never been a actor, I ain't readin' for a part
I'm about to serve my lyrics à la carte
Yeah, comin' off tip
Grab the mic and then I rip

And it's never gonna slip, check the way that I perform
I'm about to leave the track scorned, y'all know that I'm sharper than a thorn
Peelin' back the layer o' my spirit like a motherfuckin' orange
H-Mack, y'all know I'm exposed like porn

Every time I rhyme, man, there ain't no way to fake it
Word to pornography 'cos, yo, my soul is naked
Yeah, standin' out there in the open
uh, standin' naked with no cloakin'

H-Mack, when I rock a free, never do it sloppily
I get explicit like pornography
I be tellin' y'all the story and I'm paintin' y'all the picture
Shinin' in the game like a motherfuckin' fixture

Y'all know I'mma hit you like a missile
Liftin' your hand in the shape of a pistol
It makes sense 'cos I'm shootin' my shot
I truly am hot, whether you knew it or not

I'm makin' you smile, I'm crazy with style when I be goin' off
When it be comin' to lyrics off the brain, I'm the flowin' boss
Killin' it when I be makin' moves
And when it comes to lyrics, everybody knows I'm smooth

Yeah, all o' these rhymes, they straight up flyin' out my mouth
uh, peace to the people that's steady chillin' on the couch
uh, I light the fuse, I drop the bomb; damn, I been rhymin' too long
Ay, shout to my friends on Omegle and thank y'all so much for those words for my song
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Omegle Bars Episode 67 – Clip 3

Dragon, Backpack, Comic Book

FREESTYLE:

I said I'm never imitatin' 'cos I'm stayin' on my own route
Soon as the beat drops, homie pulls his phone out
He's like, "I can tell this is gonna be some ill shit...
...I don't wanna miss it, I'mma use my phone to film this!"

I'mma break it down; over tracks, y'all know I'm swaggin'
I get you higher 'cos I breathe more fire than a dragon
But I'm a real dragon, I'm a bout to damage you
Said I'm a real dragon, I am not your stuffed animal

Heh, I'm 'bout to lead you to your death
I'm a real dragon, right here in the flesh
And while we talkin' 'bout my flesh, I will never fail
I'm a dragon, so it's not skin, I'm made of scales

And my scale is massive, I'm way above the average
I said I'm focused when I rhyme, you know I'm never passive
Yeah, when it comes to rhymin', I'm the one that's chosen
You was like— and then you got frozen

Yeah, but finally you broke out
Ayo, my flow is real, it's nothing you should joke 'bout
uh, ayo, I know this instrumental gettin' smothered soon
When I call him out, I got 'im runnin' to the other room

Back again to listen while I'm rappin' off the tip o' this
The way I do my rhymes up on Omegle is ridiculous
Shinin' like a necklace, I blow up and they expect this
I'm out here in Cali representin' live to Texas

Yeah, y'all know that I got love for your state
And every time I rhyme, y'all know I'm 'bout to crush, no debate
uh, comin' off the tip o' this, deliverin' the phat raps
And I keep a fly speaker system in my backpack

uh, y'all know I'm out here spittin' mad stuff
The word was 'backpack' but I don't stay strapped up
'Cos, see, Harry Mack is never pullin' triggers
But my mind is like a weapon and y'all know I do it bigger

I hit you whenever I spit it right off o' the top o' this, I'm gon' control in the place
Like I was wearin' a backpack full o' rocks, homie, I'm holdin' my weight
Yeah, I be goin' in and your vibe, I be enhancin'
When I do the triple time, I got my people dancin'

I get wild on the bass
Shout my man with black hoodie and the smiley face
Yeah, I break it down for my people, make 'em aware
Like it says up on your sweater, man, this verse is self care

Huh, and y'all know my lyrics are scandalous
Wait a second, dawg, your sweater's reppin' for Los Angeles
Yo, y'all know when I'm spittin' these raps
Yo, your hoodie's representin' for the city I'm at

Let's get it, I'm live off the tip, I just kick a verse beyond a hook
Feelin' like a superhero, I should have a comic book
uh, y'all know that I'mma do this, fam
No cape on, but still I feel like Superman

Yeah, y'all know that my words are insane
When I fly through, they like, "It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Nah, it's Harry Mack, I'm out here spurtin' flames off the tip o' this
The way I do my bars is too ridiculous

Thank y'all for listenin', Texas representin'
Yo, every time I grip the mic, y'all know I'm straight inventin'
Doin' it right off the top, never get writer's block
Kill the beat for a minute, this the moment where we stop
Let's go!