Omegle Bars Episode 77 – Clip 1

Onomatopoeia, Questionable, Eyelashes

FREESTYLE:

Blind to my rhymes; for real, they can't see bruh
Every lyric cold, every bar is a freezer
I apply the pressure and y'all know I never ease up
Lyrics go boom, that's a onomatopoeia

Yeah, words make sounds, I'm 'bout to throw it down
I'm a king in this thing; not a hat, this, here, a crown
I'mma put it down for all o' y'all, evolve every time that I spit this
I go bang through the speaker, they turn they head to bear the witness

Onomatopoeia over the track, I'm about to smack and go crrrack
H-Mack really got it down like that; every time I rhyme, man, the fluid I spat
Hit the mic and y'all felt the saliva
Hock-ptui! Man, I get liver!

That's just a couple onomatopoeias while I spit this
H-Mack, y'all know I'm really cold frigid
Comin' off the tip o' this whenever I get down
I be bangin' off the mental and they lovin' every sound

Doin' what I'm feelin' and you know I never let the joy end
Man, you got a couple words from your boyfriend
So, check it out, these rappers testin' my flow
I listen but the way they spit is questionable

I don't know about that, I grab the mic and drop them stanzas
They be askin' Mack'n questions, they know I got the answers
I'mma put it down for y'all, I spit from the spirit
And when I rhyme, I never, ever kick no questionable lyrics

I'mma put it down for certain; of all these words, I'm sure
I never water down my flow, I'm 'bout to spit it pure
And y'all know when I rhyme, I'm smoother; grab the mic and I send this through ya
Rappers, they sign 360 deals, they makin' hella questionable maneuvers

Not me, man, I move like a pro; every time, I get true with the flow
And I make you say, "Oh, my god," 'cos you recognize the flow is raw
H-Mack off the tip o' the brain and you know that I might smash this
Matter fact, when I rhyme, you gon' miss it if you blink, if you close those eyelashes

H-Mack, man, I'm never gonna suck; matter fact, they gon' turn it up
Somethin' like a wild eyelash, all these lyrics, they about to get plucked
Man, I pluck 'em out the sky, I pull 'em out o' thin air
Trust me, Harry's been there

Already 'cos I drop it hella heavy
Every time I rhyme, man, I never been petty
Every verse deadly when I come off top, y'all know I fill 'em with fear
I said, "I like your headset with them pink cat ears!"

You were like, "Thanks so much, it's dope for the sound!...
...And I'm really glad you like it 'cos it cost me fifty pounds!"
I put it down for y'all, I came through with the phat sound
You were like, "My boyfriend's kinda freakin' out right now up in the background!"

Like, "Hold up, wait, that's a YouTuber!"
You were, like, "I ain't never seen your video!"
I said, "It's all good, give me three new words, I'mma grab the mic and spit a flow!"
Let's make it happen, I'm takin' action, y'all know that all my lyrics sound phat

And kinda like the ears all up on your headset, when I rhyme, yo, I be the big cat
H-Mack hold it down in the cypher
I be like a lion, I be like a tiger
I be like a panther comin' with the answers

I be droppin' stanzas, I take flight just like Santa
Prancer, all o' the reindeer
2020, that was an insane year
But we 'bout the love 'n not no pain, here

Yeah, y'all know we out here microphone testin'
And tell you and your boyfriend I'm grateful for those suggestions
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 77 – Clip 2

Holiday, Controller, Wallet

FREESTYLE:

Right from the bottom we gon' elevate
I'm the illest off top and I tell you straight
Every time I'm all up in the session
Y'all know everybody throws they hands up to celebrate

Yeah, they throw them up, like, all the way
Other rappers in the game, they always play
But every time I rhyme, we 'bout to celebrate
'Cause when I be spittin', it be feelin' like a holiday

Every time I rhyme, I'mma let you bear the witness
Y'all know that I'm gifted, kinda like Christmas
I'mma grab the mic and then I let the verse lay
Matter fact, I celebrate like it was my birthday

H-Mack, man, I'm comin' off the top; when I'm rhymin', I be keepin' my cool
Other rappers, they know about holidays, but they be fakin' so they be like April fools
I'mma take it off the tip o' this and every time I rhyme, man, you know I'm 'bout to keep my raps sick
You see it on the cap, kid, I be wearin' that green kinda like St. Patrick

And I'm gettin' that green, I'mma stack it, every holiday is enterin' my verse
And I'm 'bout to leave a permanent mark; trust me, they gon' be rememberin' my verse
And you wearin' green all up on the left side, so if it was St. Patrick's Day
I wouldn't be able to pinch your arm, I wouldn't have nothin' I could say

But my dude on the right, he be wearin' all black, so you know I'm 'bout to make you flinch
Like, if today was St. Patrick's Day, well, my lyrics, they would hit you with a pinch
I be goin' harder when I'm on it, man, your flow, I will erase this
Shout to my homie with the wrist full o' bracelets

I'mma put it down when I'm makin' the maneuvers
When it come to lyrics, everybody know I'm smoother
Can't nobody test me, and I kick a fresh free
All o' my dreams, man, I'm 'bout to manifest these

Matter fact, man, you know they better guess we
'Bout to hit the trick like we wearin' Nike SBs
Yeah, I'm 'bout to slaughter
The homie was dry, he said, “Pass me that water!”

Yeah, y'all know I'm makin' you flip
He said, “Pass the water, I'm ready to sip!”
Yeah, y'all know I'm ready to hit ya; compared to these rappers, I'm bolder
And they be callin' me microphone holder: I am in charge, I got the controller

Y'all know I come off the top takin' over; whenever I'm spittin', it be domination
Yeah, I got the cheat codes all up in my mind, I'm about to hit the perfect combination
On some left, right, left, right, up, down, A, B
Every time I rhyme, I'm 'bout to make 'em go crazy

When it come to lyrics, man, I never been shady
H-Mack spittin' blood, not because it pays me
Y'all know I'm spittin' those flames
I got the controller, no video game

'Cause y'all know I be out here controllin' the mic
And every time I'm spittin', I'm controllin' your life
Matter fact, I'm sharper than the blade of a knife
H-Mack, you know I keep it majorly tight

I'mma do my thing with all the lyrics I bring
Every time I rhyme, I bring incredible swing
Now, check this, I'm gettin' reckless; blowin' up, they expect this
They can feel me down in Texas, shout my homie with necklace

On top o' necklace, and I see 'im blowin' up in the game
They be filmin' on they phones, I know they lovin' the flames
Every time I rhyme for people, man, y'all know I'm'on' get props
He was pointin' to the screen like, “Damn, this dude's big on TikTok!”

Y'all know I break it down for y'all, they seein' the numbers
And we be gettin' green like cucumber, gotta be the world's eighth wonder
Okay, 'holiday' was the first, then I did the second verse
That one was about the controller; now I grab the mic and I let it disperse

I forgot your third word, so you gotta remind
Give me the word, I'll proceed with the rhyme
[“Wallet!”]
That's right, it's hard to call it

Makin' rappers frolic, y'all know I'm nice with the flow
Open up my wallet, I got a lot o' dough
Every time I spill, man, you know I get ill
Open up the wallet, nothin' but the hundred-dollar bills

Matter fact, I'm about to make me a switch
'Cause it don't matter if my wallet be rich
Matter fact, yo, if my soul's cold
Even with paper, like a wallet I'mma fold

So it's more about bein' rich o' the spirit
Every time I rhyme, you know I'm sick with the lyrics
Yeah, everybody really 'bout to feel it
When I'm on the mic, I kill it, I be hotter than a skillet

What's the point o' havin' paper if you ain't right in the mind?
What's the point o' havin' paper? What's the point o' neck shine
If you chained down to your motherfuckin' soul?
'Cause every time you think o' people, you'll be feelin' low

See, I'm more about bein' rich inside
Rich with the lyrics and I'm rich with the vibe
Rich with the bars and I'm rich with the rhymes
So motherfuck a wallet, I'mma call it in my time

Doin' what I'm feelin' when I'm all up on it, y'all know I say 'just do it' 'cos it's in my psyche
Shout my homie who be in the T-shirt that is green, and the homie who be representin' NIKE
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 77 – Clip 3

Apple, Door, Book, Discriminate

FREESTYLE:

Open my brain up, uh, off o' the top, let my raps flow
uh, y'all know I'm good for your health like eatin' a apple
uh, if you eat one every day, you 'bout to keep the doctor away
uh, when it be comin' to lyrics right off o' the top, I am not gonna play

uh, y'all know I'm lastin' long-term
Ay, I just live in the booth kinda like apples be full up with worms
Yeah, that be they home 'n shit; the microphone, I be ownin' it
I am one of one, no one's clonin' it

I be doin' my lyrics right off o' the dome 'n shit
Yeah, I'm comin' for y'all, uh, call 'im His Majesty
Ay, word to the apple that hit Newton's head, gravity
I hold it down, uh, y'all know I'm speakin' in code

Ay, y'all know I'm doin' these flows, ay, right here from the abode
Ay, right here from the studio, I'mma put it all up in your system
When I be kickin' lyrics right off o' the top, I be makin' my people all listen
Doin' my thing, uh, I'mma rock you once more

Ay, rappers rotten like old apples down to the core
Yeah, ayo, I'm here for all o' y'all, I got a hunch
That I'm 'bout to eat you like the illest apple out the bunch
Yeah, ayo, y'all know that I rap, they believe

I said I'm poisonous just like that apple Adam and Eve
Was munchin' on, yo, I drop a thunder song for, like, everyone
Job o' kickin' lyrics off the top, I'm 'bout to get it done
Ay, smile on your face, happy I'm makin' you, for sure

Harry Mack is straight-up breakin' through the door
Nothin' can hold me back when I create
I said I'm bustin' through the door, bustin' right through the gate
Yeah, from bottom to top, they love how I rock

Ayo, I'm breakin' through the door, homie, even if locked
I'm 'bout to push through the deadbolt, I got off-the-head flows
Yeah, and y'all know that they 'bout to need the medical
Attention from these bars I mentioned, check the live inventions

uh, y'all know I can blow your mind with every rap sentence
Movin' through the D-double-O-R, I'm goin' hard
I'm gettin' loose with the bars, y'all know I'm shinin' all up in the sky like a star
Doin' my thing; to all o' my lyrics, they cling

Check out the vibes that I bring when I get down
Ay, everybody be lovin' my sound
We said 'apple', we said 'door'; last word, I can't remember
Hold up, let me see if I can fill you with tremors

While I think o' that from 'apple' to the 'door', what was next, yo?
Please remind me—Oh! I remember!
On this rhyme spree, I'm 'bout to leave you shook
Ay, I can read your palm like I'm readin' a book

Ay, steal this show somethin' like a crook
They say, "Damn, you hella fly, Harry!"
More books inside my mind than in a library
Knowledge, it combines, y'all know I'm a master

Whether I be readin' picture books or books with chapters
Droppin' novels, my brain movin' full throttle
Holy like apostle, I used to blow smoke out the nostril
No more smokin', now I'm open like the books that you be readin'

And my flow is what they quotin', I'm the one that they repeatin'
We love the real rappers who come through to innovate
But all the wack ones who imitate, we must discriminate
Ayo, I'm back again, y'all know I'm never fake, kid

But fuck discrimination and fuck hatred
Ayo, y'all know we say, "Fuck racism!"
When I grip up on the mic, y'all know the Mack is straight spittin'
No discrimination permitted, only discriminatin'

Against the hatred, you know, the fake ones that try to imitate 'em
Bite the shit that we create, that's no debate, we gotta crush 'em
People be linin' up whenever I'm bustin', I'm causin' mad concussions
I got rhythm like percussion or the drum

I'm known for kickin' lyrics for you straight up off the tongue
And y'all know we out here makin' them moves
In the UK, they got coloured lights for every mood
Let's go!