Omegle Bars Episode 71 – Clip 1

Bumpy, Kareem, Bluejacket

FREESTYLE:

Unh, from a distance, they used to try to judge me
Now they recognize my flow so lovely
Back in the day, they'd prob'ly try to jump me
It goes to show this road o' life is bumpy

Gotta stay focused, y'all, you can't fuck around
Road o' life is bumpy, we navigatin' the ups 'n downs
Never fail, yo, we here to prevail
Peep the details, y'all know this road is bumpy like braille

It's a rocky road, but I'm just eatin' my ice cream
Yeah, wanna beat me in the battle, homie, that's a nice dream
I'mma do this here for the hype fiends
Gotta be the illest rapper ever that you might seen

Yeah, y'all know I'm makin' this look easy
Okay, I was lyin', I done did this shit in DC
Heh, we made it happen, we got it poppin' on prom night
Your friend was like, "I think you got 'im wrong, right?"

But it's really me, hold up, silly me
Stretchin' when I'm flexin', I'm displayin' my agility
I'm makin' it happen, y'all know I make 'em jump
Unh, and when I'm in your speaker system, we gon' bump

B-bump, b-bump on some boom, boom, bap
Never lyin', improvisin' with that true school rap
Yeah, I make it happen, of this ship I be the captain
Whenever I'm rappin', that dude named H-Mackin' is snappin'

Like fingers to palm, I'm droppin' the bomb
Yeah, anytime I improvise, it sounds like a song
Yeah, and these rappers wanna duel with bars
But I'm a legend like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

H-Mack, man, I treat this rap shit like a sport
Anytime I rhyme, you know I hold it down on the court
Yeah, gettin' more money than they probably seen
I'm just overpronouncin' how I'm gettin' the cream

H-Mack, man, I'm stackin' up my paper
Ayo, these bars we deliver, they be major
I'm doin' lyrics so fast, in such a hurry
That my speed even turned your screen blurry

Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know I'm the dopest
Your camera's blurry but I'm still gon' make you focus
Yeah, y'all know I'm rockin' for my friends
[Makin'] the trends, y'all know we adjustin' the lens

Unh, ayo, I'm comin' through deliverin' the fly vibe
It's still blurry but I appreciate the high five
Yeah, y'all know I spit in all directions
Your hand hits the camera, we be makin' that connection

Yeah, and when I rhyme, y'all know I cause a true racket
Representin' for your high school, the Bluejackets
Can you believe when I first saw it
All I pictured was a blue hornet?

Prob'ly 'cos my lyrics 'bout to sting
They lovin' all the energy that Harry Mack can bring
And anytime the beat is hot, I'm 'bout to do my thing
To each and every syllable, I know they 'bout to cling

Now, shouts out to the Bluejackets 'cos you know they never failin'
He was like, "I'on't know, it's somethin' with sailin'..."
I said, "It has to do with sailing? Yo, that's crazy!"
It makes perfect sense 'cos the color is navy

Yeah, and the color o' the wavy texture of the ocean
I be goin' deep but at the same time, I'm floatin'
On the surface and livin' my purpose, we gon' get it right
Anytime I rhyme, yo, we gon' spit it hype

Yeah, other rappers rhyme miserably
It's cool, y'all are havin' technical difficulties
But we still gonna keep movin' along
I'm never lyin', I'mma keep it true on the song

Yeah, ain't nobody doper, I got skills to show ya
We came right into focus just to rep for Minnesota
Damn, but we lost it, it was short-lived
Just like everything in life, we gotta learn to forgive

See, nothin' lasts forever, nothin' in life is permanent
We gotta find better ways to survive in this tournament
I'm goin' too long when I'm rippin' the song
Y'all know I'm flexin' on my haters just to prove that I'm strong

Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 71 – Clip 2

Haunted, Microphone, Angel

FREESTYLE:

Used to be a slacker but I'm on it now
Other emcees don't want it now
So-sick-I-might-start-to-vomit styles
I'mma scare rappers like a haunted house

Yeah, scarin' y'all like a haunted mansion
Ay, your whole vibe what I be enhancin'
Ay, throwin' out rhymes like I'm throwin' a tantrum
Ay, I'mma drop another anthem

Yeah, y'all know we doin' the most
Compared to the Mack'n, these rappers ain't close
Yeah, y'all know I brag and I boast
Haunted emcee, I feel like a ghost

Yeah, feelin' like the Ghostface Killah
uh, I'm the number-one rhyme spiller
Yeah, y'all know they can't fuck with Harry
The game hella haunted, this shit is kinda scary

Yeah, y'all know they love it when I'm speakin'
All up in the house, then I hear the floor creakin'
Wait, now I think I'm hearin' a voice
Should I stay or should I go? I gotta make a choice!

Wait, what's that I saw in the corner? I thought that I was all alone!
Oh, shit, man, I gotta get up out o' this house, there's a haunting in my zone
Damn, I'm terrified, it's somethin' like a horror flick
Every time I kick a lyric, no ignorin' this

Yeah, y'all know that I got the bars they lovin'
I was like, "Who you with?"
You said, "My cousin!"
I was like, "Pull your cousin on screen! Trust me, it's 'bout to be tight!"
Then you was like this all up on the side, lookin' like you was in a fight

Finally your cousin on cam, "Whassup?" to my man
Y'all know I'm 'bout to slam, I don't even need a plan
Ay, rappers can't see me, boy
Flow is hella haunted like Ouija board

Yeah, I'mma make it move on its own, ay, y'all know that my flows entice
Yeah, makin' things move from the mind, uh, I remind you of a poltergeist
Yeah, and you know I'm on this mic, uh, and that be the second word
I be gettin' busy on the microphone, I be kickin' out lyrics that are so absurd

I be on the mic, other rappers just microscopic
You know I got the hypest topics
I be on the mic, they comparin' me to Michael Jordan
Check out the rhyme reportin'

Comin' off the tip o' this, ridiculous
And y'all know that I'm comin' through to let you know what I'm about
Any three words that y'all throw to me, off o' the tip o' the mental, that's what I'mma rhyme about
When I be spittin' live off the tip, you 'bout to panic, bruh

Peace to my brand new fans up in Canada
Ay, I'mma grab the mic and kill the shit, of course
One day, I hope that I can tour up north
Yeah, you know I will impress ya, and my lyrics, they will cardiac-arrest ya

And I'm openin' up my third eye, lookin' like your background with the dream catcher
H-Mack, man, I'm rockin' in the circle
I see you got the picture, the pink and the purple
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to make these emcees have to freeze

My enemies know I'm growin' kinda like the trees
Right behind ya, number-one rhymer
I'm the brightest shiner, I'm the triple-timer
I'mma really kill it, hotter than a skillet

Right from the foundation, we about to build it
Ready and willin', one in a million
And my name into your mind, yo, that's what I be drillin'
Yeah, with the Mack'n, y'all don't wanna intertangle, I'm fatal

That means that I be turnin' instrumentals into angels
Yeah, I'mma send 'em all right up to heaven
Ay, my amplifier stayin' on eleven
Yeah, you steppin' up to me, you know it's stupid

In love with this game like a angel, that's Cupid
Yeah, I be shootin' all them rap arrows
In the fly apparel, I pull it out the barrel
I'm killin' it when I be spillin' it off o' the top o' the mind

You know that I'm rockin' my rhymes and I do it like none other, I shine
I'm divine, I make your jaw drop
Goin' over heads like a bald spot
Yeah, better be cautious

Yo, cousin, ain't you glad that you watched this?
First it was one but now we got two, I'm spreadin' like the flu when I keep my shit true
H-Mack be a black belt in makin' tracks melt, meanin' this is lyrical kung fu
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 71 – Clip 3

Ambiguous, Recreational, Innovative

FREESTYLE:

Kill it off top without no mistakes
The camera looks so good that he thought it was fake
Who'da thought I came to spit the flow?
He's like, “Dawg, I thought it was a video...

...I wanted to support it, thought it was prerecorded!”
I'mma birth the verse, it won't get aborted
I put it out in the open, yo, check the way I raise it
Every time I'm rappin', I'mma leave you in amazement

Yeah, y'all know that I spit and bust
A whole lot o' props what they givin' us
I kill it when I spill it, I'mma live it up
I make my opinion known, not ambiguous

Yeah, H-Mack, never ridin' the fence
Unh, every time I'm spittin', yo, I keep it intense
Yeah, no ambiguity with the truest frees
Who is he? Rappers steppin' incorrect stupidly!

Dutifully,1 I'mma hold it down, do my job more properly
Got a monopoly on the hottest frees
I'm invested in the stock, my G, we be goin' up and up
All around the planet, they be lovin' us

Hit 'em with the uppercut, then the left hook
Got the illest verses, got the best hooks
I'mma make it happen, this is my job, it's vocational
Other rappers wack when they spit, it's a waste o' flow

Every time I rhyme, man, you know I'm in the place to blow
Yeah, and this, here, ain't recreational
Nah, I tell you why, blow up, they expect me
I'm a pro rapper, I am not up in no rec league

Yeah, rappers gettin' sent away
This ain't a rec league, homie, it's the NBA
And every time I rhyme, I know my flows'll triumph
RIP to the legend Kobe Bryant

'Cause every time I spit, I keep it real without no fallacy
And every time I'm movin', I keep that Mamba mentality
And every rapper knows that it be stupid tryna challenge me
H-Mack, all up in the game, no one can balance me

Unh, and I'm 'bout to get it done
It's kinda recreational, I'm doin' this for fun
Yeah, it's Mack and y'all know they couldn't stop me
I keep it icy, recreational hockey

H-Mack, I'm here, y'all know I go hard and wreck
Unh, and I pay these artists no respect
Unh, I'm the one they couldn't affect
I said I keep the shit clean like Parks and Rec

Yeah, y'all know I'm the best, I'm dope
Word to Parks and Rec, y'all, I feel like Leslie Knope
Unh, why's that? 'Cause I'm runnin' the show!
Unh, storm from the mental with the thunderous flow

Yeah, comin' right off o' the top; to me, these rappers are never relatin'
People be knowin' I'm hot; when I be spittin', I'm feelin' like Satan
Yeah, y'all know I get busy with creations
Feel like Thomas Edison, I bring the innovation

Yeah, I'mma innovate forever whenever I create, no debate
I'm great, H-Mack, I got no time for hate, I state
The facts and y'all know I leave 'em all to deliberate
Listen, I be workin' harder doin' more work

He be fist-pumpin' in the orange shirt
I'mma grab the mic, I'm smash this
And my man, he be rockin' the glasses
And y'all know that I'm 'bout to win, now

And the sunshine comin' through your window
Every time I rhyme, people know it's raw
Couldn't help himself, he had to clap and hit me with applause
Let's go!