Omegle Bars Episode 76 – Clip 1

Abracadabra, Paralysis, Potential

FREESTYLE:

The situation is about to get drastic
Whenever I be rhymin', I be workin' some magic
Everyone knows I'm a master of a rapper
So when I work a spell, I'm yellin', "Abracadabra!"

Yeah, I'mma hit you harder, check the way that the song is spawned
I turn the microphone into a wand
I'mma lead y'all to the slaughter; want the magic? Well, I got ya!
Sayin' 'abracadabra' like my name was Harry Potter

Yeah, I'm all up in it, flow is colder than a blizzard
Workin' magic on 'em like I was wizard
uh, I'mma snap with the raps
Abracadabra, yo, the Mack gon' pull a rabbit from hat

I get it done for y'all; when I spit, I'm on some hard shit
Matter fact, I blow your mind like a card trick
Choose a card, pick any card, plenty cards
Yeah, I'mma disappear, levitate like the illest star

They gon' call me David Blaine
Anytime I kick a rhyme, it's amazin' flames
I amaze your brain when I go off top
Ayo, the magical freestyles just don't stop

I break it down for all my people and my lyrics 'bout to be true
I said, "Up in the black hoodie, I can see you...
...What's goin' on? There's tones in the zone!"
He said, "My bad, I got homies on the phone...

...Everybody's yellin' and they comin' up with words!"
Every time I spit, I go so fast, your vision blurs
Yeah, out your mind if you thinkin' you can challenge this
All these rappers stiff, in a state o' paralysis

Yeah, they can't ever match to Harry's vibe
I'mma kill the track, I'mma leave 'em paralyzed
Yeah, and y'all know I spit the great sound
They can't walk on me, they paralyzed from the waist down

Yeah, then again, yo, you all know they gotta respect us, y'all know they check us
All these rappers talkin' shit but they don't affect us
They out they mind, must be paralyzed from the neck up
Yeah, use your brain, man, I can't refrain

Every time I start spittin', I'mma spew them flames
I'mma do this one for y'all, spit it off the mental
I just keep on climbin' 'cos I got the most potential
Yeah, yo, my potential is to be the king

People blown away by the way I do my thing
Yeah, yo, they say I'm absurd
They throwin' out all these crazy made-up words
But every time I rhyme, I'm 'bout to bury your vision

Harry is spittin', antidisestablishmentarianism
I'm all up on it, y'all know I'm 'bout to pull out the longest words
'Cos I be the strongest nerd
I make it happen for y'all, you know that I'm the dopest

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I'm hopin' that they notice, I pull it out and stretch it
Yo, every time I'm rhymin', the people can see me flexin'
Use my brain like a weapon, I'm killin' 'em, make you hold your fist right up to your mouth

I survive through the drought
They know what I'm about, I cut through like X-ACTO
Your homie was like, "Let the dude rap, bro!"
We gonna need these three words quickly

Yeah, I'm contagious 'cos I kick a sick free
Yeah, I bring the thundery free
In the game, I'm like you–the only one they can see
Yeah, every time I rhyme, you know it's absurd

Then again, I'm like your friends–I ain't seen but I'm heard
I be all up in the lab but they hearin' my voice
And every time that I be spittin', they be makin' the choice
Y'all know I'm killin' it when I be spillin' it off o' the top o' the mental, you know it's essential

I never be usin' no utensil, never be grippin' no pen 'n no pencil
I'm makin' it happen, I'm crazy when rappin', I'm takin' the action for sure
Every time I rhyme, you know I'm winnin', I explore
Brand-new territory, that's end o' story for rappers

They are not a factor, they ain't rhymers, they some actors
To all o' your friends that you got up on the Discord chat
You know I grab the mic and spit more raps
I'm 'bout to do it for your peeps, what's the ETA?

I arrive on time with the frees to spray
And y'all know I got the lyrics that the people enjoy
To who I see and who I can't see, make some noise
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 76 – Clip 2

Scallywag, Compromise, Execute

FREESTYLE:

I'm out in LA, so I bring the Cali swag
Other rappers, they be like some scallywags
Y'all know I shine like ultraviolet bling
I said, "What is that?" He said, "It's a pirate thing!"

Yeah, I'm the crazy poem rocker
I'm 'bout to send these rappers down to Davy Jones's locker
Yeah, and y'all know that my raps fly like sparrow
Then again, I might be Captain Jack Sparrow

It's the Pirates o' the Carribean each time I'm freein'
Yo, a whole nother league in the game, that's what we in
I'mma take it to another level, fly as shit
Matter fact, lyrics float like a pirate ship

I'mma break it down for y'all, no bull, just boss poems
And you see my flag like the skull and crossbones
All o' that off o' 'scallywag' without no definition
I keep spittin' 'til my final breath o' livin'

Yeah, rappers hatin', they couldn't go beyond this guy
They gotta settle, man, I guess they gotta compromise
Shit, when I'm spittin', they like, "Are you bent?"
Never compromisin', I be winnin' every argument

H-Mack, I be comin' up with the clever words
Better verse, and you know I'm slayin' my competitors
Makin' it happen when gettin' off in the session
Y'all know my lyrics is too impressin', eatin' rappers and digestin'

Killin' rappers with a freestyle, keep on spittin' 'til I'm senile
When I'm rhymin', it's gon' be wild; other rappers, they cannot fuck with me, child
I be in my own fuckin' zone
Adjust your fuckin' tone, I'mma leave your dome blown

Yeah, I grip up on the mic and then I start to holla skills
Breakin' out the frame, kinda like that dollar bill
I see it framed on the wall behind y'all
All up in the session, that's where I'm 'bout to find y'all

Yeah, can't no one reject me, I'm here
And like the wall behind you, my mind will reflect like your mirror
H-Mack, man, you know that he spits it clean
Because o' the mirror behind, I can see on the screen

Yeah, at y'all, I be aimin'; all my lyrics hot and flamin'
I can tell y'all on Omegle; at the same time, y'all are gamin'
And I be gettin' busy while I kick these off-the-head poems
I was like, "Can he hear me? 'Cos I see you rockin' headphones!"

He was like, "Yeah, he can hear you, trust me, my G, you gon' get props...
...I'm rockin' headphones, but they only up in the Xbox!"
We ain't connected; when I be rhymin', the people affected
And I be blowin' they minds, I'm doin' the shit that's expected, that's my directive

I put it down, everybody fuck with the sound
'Cos when it come to lyrics, Mack ain't never played for the clown
I'm about to make it happen, I be stackin' up and gettin' loot
I be killin' tracks, I'm the one that came to execute

Yeah, H-Mack, I came through with the truest words
Put the track up the guillotine, the executioner
I break it down, nothin' new because I been ether
I'm killin' rappers, I'mma send 'em to the Grim Reaper

I do this often, I execute the shit that's hella awesome
I dig six feet into the coffin
I bury rappers, I'm scarin' rappers, this Harry rapper
Lasts forever after, the clever rapper be jottin' chapters

I'm tough like leather, y'all feel my flow
Every time I grip the mic, I steal the show
And a wack-ass rapper, I'mma beat this kid
Shout my man who be snackin', steady eatin' chips

Yeah, every time I rhyme, yo, my rap is cold
You be eatin' chips; meanwhile, I be stackin' those
Yeah, H-Mack, I line 'em up like tic-tac-toe
Told 'em I'm illest when I just spill this; they didn't get that, though

Breakin' it down when I'm rhymin' right off o' the tip o' this, all o' the lyrics I kick are ridiculous
Keep a low pro and I stay inconspicuous, under the ground and the thunder will pound
From the mental whenever I storm, I was born just to rip shit
Whenever I'm on the mic, I rep for my district, and my lyrics is so specific

Break it down for y'all, greatest rapper what I might be
Shout my homie in the red hoodie and in the white T
Y'all know I do my thing and kick another phat rap
Dude up in the white T rockin' the snap-back

I go over heads, no cap to my flow
H-Mack, I be such an exactin' pro
I'm back fo' mo', y'all know it's like a friendship
My flow is stupendous, this the moment where we end it
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 76 – Clip 3

Disinfect, Lemonade, Beetlejuice

FREESTYLE:

I spit the lyrics that's smart, I'm out here droppin' the intellect
Ay, I am so sick with the bars, y'all are gon' have to disinfect
uh, Mack off the top; ay, for other emcees, it be hopeless
Ay, y'all better disinfect this mic like I got the COVID

Ooh, come off the top, all o' these lyrics I'm kickin' is liver
Sick with the bars, ay, y'all better disinfect my saliva
uh, y'all know my lyrics get directed
Bars too sick to get disinfected

H-Mack, y'all know that I got them hardcore thoughts
They be tryna disinfect like they got the Clorox
H-Mack, I be comin' in deep
uh, lyrics that I kick not cheap

uh, yeah, y'all know that I'm really goin' in
I'm about to represent once again
Better disinfect all these bars I deliver
Pullin' more lyrical arrows up out the quiver

Do what I must
Grip on the mic and I bust; in my lyrics, you trust
And I come off the top, ay, nothin' new, I been A-grade
uh, I be in the shade sippin' lemonade

Ay, Mack comin' through, they sayin', "Damn, he's great!"
Ay, my rhyme book pages, y'all should laminate
Yeah, that's what you said, I had to bring it back
I got them catchy-ass lyrics, y'all can cling to that

uh, right off the top, you know I'm transcendin'
If I done said it, you know that I meant it
Matter fact, I'm makin' lemonade
'Cos I treat a rapper's head like it's lemon

Crush it, ooh, I got the juice
When I be rhymin', y'all know I got loose
They love the lyrics that Mack'n produce
I am the only one y'all gotta choose

uh, I be all up on it and you know that I'm comin' off the tip, now
Yeah, every time that I rhyme, people start to dance, I'm really makin' y'all get down
Okay, we had 'disinfect', then we had 'lemonade'
uh, then we had another word, I don't know what to say

I'm tryin' to remember but I think that I forgot
Please remind, what was the third word so that I can rock?
["Beetlejuice."]
Oh, yeah, ayo, when I rhyme, man, I'm 'bout to keep it loose

uh, say my name three times like I'm Beetlejuice
Yeah, it's Harry Mack, y'all know I got the hot stuff
If you say my name three times in a row, then the Mack will pop up
Like, "Harry Mack! Harry Mack! Harry Mack!" Boom!

All of a sudden, I be up in your room
Feelin' like Beetlejuice, leavin' y'all scared
When it come to lyrics, man, I don't even prepare
Yeah, I'm about to make you aware

I popped on the screen, like, "I love your hair!"
She was like, "Who are you talkin' to?"
I was like, "Naw, I meant both o' you!"
H-Mack comin' off the top and you know I'm deliverin' the raw flow

Peace to the girl in the pink hair with the pink jersey reppin' Chicago
uh, come off the top and these other rappers can't really do like me
Yeah, reppin' for Chicago, Michael Jordan, number is two, then three
Yeah, come off the top o' the head

Peace to the girl with the braids that are red
H-Mack, y'all know I spit the lyrics they fear
Both o' y'all got them ears
That's furry

I cook it up in a hurry
Spittin' so fast that it's blurry
I got you bouncin'
All o' my bars are astoundin'

uh, y'all know I'm 'bout to douse 'em
With saliva, I get liver
When I'm all up on the mic, man, I get y'all hype
Yeah, shout to the girl with the red braids

She be kickin' there right in them stripes
uh, H-Mack, I blow your mind with ill flows
All up in your lap, I can see you got that pillow
Let's go!