Omegle Bars Episode 80 – Clip 1

Monitor, Flabbergasted, Tesla, Trash

FREESTYLE:

Check it out right now, listen, c'mon
Overhead, H-Mack bombin' ya
You can see me rockin' live on yo' monitor
And y'all know I'm representin' for my team

You see me shine like high beams all up on your screen
H-Mack got the mind comin' out the future
Rhymin' on the monitor of your computer
And my lyrics get better and better, but believe they start great

You better monitor your heart rate
'Cause I'mma have your heart beatin' out your chest
And when it be comin' to lyrics, they believin' he's the best
I be achievin' nothin' less than greatness

When it comes to rhymes, man, they cannot hate this
Yeah, and y'all know the speakers go boom
I just look around and I start to monitor the room
I be monitorin' for anything that I might be stirrin' up inside my lyrics

Y'all know these lyrics comin' from out my spirit
I'm appearin' all up in a moment
Any track, I'm 'bout to crush it, and my skill, I gotta own it
My freestyle ability, the number-one component

A whole lot of ability, I had to hone it
And now I'm here, y'all, spittin' clear, y'all, in the zone
You be filmin' me all up on the phone
It's inception, screens on screens

I live my dream and I represent for my whole team
Y'all know I'm 'bout to break it down, my lyrics are lethal
Rockin' for the fans that be all on Omegle
I'mma break it down for y'all, check out how long I lasted

These rappers think they on my level but they be gas, kid
Y'all know I break 'em down, got 'em breakin' a gasket
A-tisket, a-tasket,1 I'mma throw 'em in the trash basket
H-Mack, y'all know I get ya fucked up like a flask, kid

I leave 'em flabbergasted, yeah, and I'm fantastic
Never made o' plastic, I'm 'bout to stretch like elastic
Never simplistic, come get with this, I let 'em bear the witness
Every time I rhyme, I'm 'bout to work it out like fitness

Stackin' up my digits, indeed
Every time I rhyme, I get ya lifted like weed
Gettin' to the paper, I'mma stack it for the greed
Any competition, I succeed, y'all know I bleed

Over instrumentals and I'm sweatin'
I leave 'em threatened, I utilize my brain just like a weapon
I'm crushin' whoever steppin', I'm bustin', they better get ready
Forever I'm heavy, forever I'm deadly, these rappers is petty

Like Tom, I come in strong
Droppin' the bomb, I'm lastin' long
I'm stretchin' for light-years, I'm right here
Y'all know I'm buzzin'; for me, it's really nothin'

Any rapper steppin', I'mma give 'im a concussion
Y'all know bars might cardiac-arrest ya
Flows electric, somethin' like a Tesla
Ain't no rappers go beyond us

I'm all up in a rocket like Elon Musk
Make 'em yell, I excel, I spit from where I dwell
I'm spittin' hella fire and the Mack is raisin' hell
Y'all know that I get hype and I crush it every night

For the homie in the blue [and] yellow shirt and the dude up in the stripes
And the dude that's rockin' the black polo
I'm dope with the vocals, not only local
I got 'em yellin', I'm excellin', I be story-tellin'

Y'all know that I'm splittin' a rapper's melon when I be acceleratin'
I'm creatin' somethin' that's ill, there's no debatin'
I'm hot like Satan when bringin' the fiery flames
'Til I retire, insane–that's how I'mma keep it

Turn it up another fuckin' notch and let 'em peep it
Let y'all know the secret; y'all know that I'm really 'bout to smash, man
When you this nice, you get mad fans
'Cause, honestly, I never do no bad jams

All these artists is corny, I throw 'em in the trash can
Yeah, and y'all know I do the best
Just to leave you impressed, fuck it, I'll do 'desk'
H-Mack sittin' at my desk right now

Ain't another rapper couldn't press my style
Takin' 'em further, I'm gettin' 'em amped
These rappers couldn't hang even if they was the lamp
That be hangin' off your wall, I see it in the back

Yo, every time he spittin', he's the deepest with the raps
You're filmin' on your iPhone, watchin' me
Use caution, G, 'cos you know, most probably
I'll crawl right through the screen of your phone

Then I enter your zone and they love the vocal tone
All around the world, I'm known
Eat a rapper like a scone
When I'm crushing your dome

Yeah, check the way I'm bustin' it, holmes
Got you puttin' your hand on top o' your forehead
“This dude is too good, man, isn't no more said...
...About it,” right to your ear, I route it

Kill the whole game and I gotta be the proudest
Yeah, and y'all know we came through to rock stuff
Used to be unknown; now, they cheer soon as I pop up
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 80 – Clip 2

Television, Basketball, Airplane

FREESTYLE:

Check it, check it, unh, unh
Whether it's over beats or if I'm a cappella spittin'
Either way, my face belongs up on your television
Y'all know I'm lit like a candle, grab on the mic and I leave you dismantled

All o' my lyrics is too much to handle; if I'm on TV, best not change the channel
Yeah, y'all know I'm flowin' off the top o' the dome and I really got the dopest soul
Yeah, y'all know that I be in charge like I'm on the couch holdin' the remote control
Yeah, y'all know I'm ready to bend ya

Old school, like a TV with antennas
H-Mack, man, I close my eyes dreamin'
Matter fact, I'm modern, y'all know that I'm streamin'
Unh, and I'm 'bout to be the new dude

Fuck YouTube, we gon' be on Hulu
Matter fact, all the people 'bout to sweat this
Man, I need a fuckin' show up on Netflix
I'mma chill, I get ill, I'mma spill, I'mma build from the bottom

I am real—how ya feel?—cold as steel; I appeal 'cos I'm awesome
Break it down and ya know nobody's like me
Shouts to my homie who be chillin' in the white T
Other rappers can't beat me but they tryin'

All up in the background, I can see your iron
Well, I'm hard like iron, like steel, and y'all know that I'm in my feels
And I'm lettin' y'all know the deal; keep it honest, I ain't never gonna squeal
H-Mack, I be comin' off the top o' this; I be on your TV, make it look easy

Other rappers all up in the game seem cheesy; I'mma change the game forever, y'all better believe me
Other rappers wack, so I laugh at y'all
I'm just ballin'; why? 'Cause I have to ball!
H-Mack, y'all know I'mma blast on y'all

I'm about to shoot my shot like it's basketball
Yeah, I'm about to hit the three-pointer; matter fact, I'mma hit from half-court
Yeah, matter fact, I'mma be the greatest in the league if we talkin' 'bout the rap sport
Unh, I be on the mic reportin'

But when I rap, I'm feelin' like I'm Michael Jordan
And every time I spit, they know my flow's be giant
Matter fact, they 'bout to call me Kobe Bryant
Every time I rhyme, man, you know I'm never shady

Through the legs just like Tracy McGrady
Yeah, T-Mack, but it be H-Mack
Y'all know when I'm rhymin' off the top, I'm bringin' straight facts
Do it for my people when I'm on it, man, y'all know I'm on the scene

Yeah, I'm the one that they eyes are on; Olajuwon, Hakeem
I spin it backwards with the rap verse; when I'm rhymin', y'all know that I hit it
Yeah, H-Mack comin' off the top too exquisite, people pay attention every time that I spit it
Way too vivid when I bring the vision

H-Mack spittin' and I'm makin' people listen
Yeah, y'all know I came to rock the spot
Yo, what was your third word, bro? I forgot!
["Tell me what it was."]

[“Oh! Airplane, airplane.”]
Oh, that's right; hold up, wait; we about to bust
Me and them are not the same 'cos I got a rare brain
I be takin' off like I'm all up in a airplane

Matter fact, I keep ascendin' 'til I'm up in heaven
I be ridin' 'round up in the 7
H-Mack, I make it happen, y'all know that I'm presidential off the mental, so I be in Air Force One
Every time I'm rhymin' off the tip o' the mental, man, the job o' rhymin', I'm about to get that done

Doin' what I wanna, get ya high like marijuana
Flow is hotter than a sauna and we gettin' to the commas
And we stackin' up the paper and I'm pullin' off the caper
Every time that I be rhymin', they be knowin' flows are major

He was like, “Wait a minute! I seen this dude and he's wild!”
Soon as I popped up, he said, “Bro, you 'bout to freestyle?!”
"Dawg, you already know it," I'mma put it down and they love the sound
When I be spittin' out there on the corner, the people are bound to surround

Makin' maneuvers, y'all know I'm picky 'cos I be the lyrical chooser
Send it through ya; like the iron behind ya, I lay these beats out much smoother
Lay 'em flatter, get the wrinkles out
And my rhymes the type you think about

And right now, I should see a shrink right now
And my mental really blinkin' out
And they say, “Cheers,” glasses clinkin' now
H-Mack, do my thing, like, wild

Off o' the top when I bring the style
I know your mind 'bout to cling a while
I go crazy when on it, my bad, I should probably chill
But when I see my people on Omegle and they rockin' out, y'all know that I gotta get ill

Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 80 – Clip 3

Halloween, Vikings, Honda, Lebron James, Drugs

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, right off the top o' the dome
Every time that I be spittin', I be locked in the zone
Yeah, I'm makin' it happen right off o' the tip
When it comes to freestyles, yo, I'm always legit

Yeah, hip hop, sometimes it's the foulest scene
That shit is terrifyin', somethin' like Halloween
Yeah, H-Mack flowin' off the head, he's amazin'
Go to war with these tracks like Freddy vs. Jason

Yeah, y'all know this Harry guy
Be scarin' rappers, I'mma leave 'em terrified
Yeah, I got 'em all runnin' away
'Cos when I spit over beats with the thunderous spray

I'm guaranteed to rip the beat, they know my shit's unique
I'm showin' up to your door just like, "Trick or treat!"
Yeah, I'm the type o' rapper that they can't see
Voice sound sweet over beats just like candy

Break it down for y'all, I let 'em bear the witness
I told y'all I'm 'bout to work it out like fitness
I spit sharp from the dome like a spike thing
That you be seein' on the side o' helmet from vikings

H-Mack, man, you know I make 'em panic
Shouts to the vikings, my flow is oceanic
I'm 'bout to take ya back in time when I kick the raps 'n rhymes
Cuttin' through the crowd somethin' like X-ACTO

Blade, the Mack's so paid, my flow A-grade
I got the raw flow; peace my homie reppin' for Chicago
Yeah, these rappers 'bout to take a loss, then
He's reppin' Chicago, the other homie's for Boston

I break it down for y'all when I'm on the scene
Y'all know these lyrics that I spit stay clean
Well, from Chicago to Boston, I wander
I might do a road trip all up in my Honda

They talk it, I live it, I guess that's the difference
Me to them is like a Porsche to a Honda Civic
Rappers can't compare to this, I know they scared o' this
I'm doin' it right off the mental, you know I don't need to prepare for this

I make it known, I'm bangin' it for y'all
Yeah, I need the jerseys that are hangin' on your wall
'Cos y'all know I scorch and I do it, of course
Matter fact, I treat this rap game just like a sport

I'm goin' in it to win it, I'm never gon' stop
Mack in the buildin' keep it clever nonstop
Y'all know I'mma go beyond these lames
I'm a fuckin' animal like LeBron James

H-Mack, I'm in it, they ain't testin' my steez
Yeah, when I rhyme, I gotta be the best in the league
I said, "No food or animals–LeBron? That won't work...
...'Cos y'all know his shit is so berserk!"

Now, let me explain right now, you know he's dope
LeBron be the one that be enterin' my quotes
I said it wouldn't work: no animals or food, I hope
But, see, LeBron James is a fuckin' goat

Yeah, y'all know I grab the mic to scald minds
Spittin' flames, I be the greatest of all time
Killin' it when I be spittin' it off o' the top o' this, last 'til apocalypse
Microphone up in my palm, I'm never droppin' this, the hottest spit

Ya heard o'; grab the mic and I'mma murder
Off the tip o' the dome each time I serve ya
Y'all know that I'm always absurd
Help me remember, yo, did I get all o' the words?

Was that all five?
When I'm finished, we about to stagedive
When it comes to lyrics, I'm a master
I seen your homie with the cap for the Raptors

I break it down for my peeps when I'm all in the sesh
When it comes to freestyles, I'mma leave 'em impressed
They gettin' addressed, y'all know he's poppin' in from the side
I be killin' it forever with the infinite vibe

Got you noddin' yo' head, I go off o' the head
It's Harry Mack, you know I keep my lyrics hot 'til I'm dead
Never be quittin' when I be spittin' off o' the tip o' this, never been written
Who are they kiddin'? All o' these rappers better know that I'm forbidden!

Lock me down, got the hottest sound
All five words and they couldn't stop me now
Yeah, all these lyrics I spew, they truly are hot
I'm like LeBron James every time I'm shootin' my shot
Let's go!