Omegle Bars Episode 91 – Clip 1

Jumping Rope, TV, Trash Bag

FREESTYLE:

When I'm rappin', I be comin' up with somethin' dope
I said I'm hoppin' on these beats like I'm jumpin' rope
I belong up on your TV—why?—'cos I got mad swag!
All these artists garbage, I'mma drop 'em in the trash bag

Ay, I'm comin' up with somethin' dope
I said I hop on these beats like I'm jumpin' rope
I should be up on your TV—why?—I got mad swag!
All these artists garbage, we gon' drop 'em in the trash bag

They feel it from the very moment I'm arrivin'
I said, "That's the energy," you said, "I'm vibin'!"
H-Mack, man, you know that I destroy rap
I said, "Can I freestyle?" You said, "Yes, I would enjoy that!"

So, here we go, ay, y'all know this no subtle stuff
Ay, got 'em jumpin' rope, ay, I make you double-Dutch
Ay, H-Mack right off the top each time I spit this
And when it come to freestyle lyrics, everybody know that I'm way too vicious

And my freestyle sounds delicious, make you cover your mouth
Yeah, three words that you throw me, that's what this is about
Uh, when it be comin' to lyrics, people know I'm 'bout to stay down
Rappers is jumpin' rope, they playin' games up on the playground

Wha—! I'm comin' up with somethin' dope!
I said I hop on these beats like I'm jumpin' rope
I belong up on yo' TV—why?—'cos I got mad swag!
Uh, artists garbage, drop 'em in the trash bag

Ay, I be comin' up with somethin' dope
Said I hop up on these tracks like I'm jumpin' rope
I belong up on yo' TV—why?—I got mad swag!
All these artists garbage—one more verse, listen, listen

I make it happen right now; jaw drop, you like, "Wow!"
Just a second ago, yo, I heard you say, "How?!"
How does he do it? How's he come up with the fluid?
When it be comin' to lyrics, these people know I'm the truest

I come right off o' the mental whenever I'm rhymin', you know that I'm livin' my dream
Ay, I need a television show, I should be up in yo' screen
Make you dance just like this when I'm up in the mix
Every time I rhyme, you hypnotized, I got you transfixed

I make you smile when bringin' the style, ay, y'all know I'm goin' in hard
Ay, every time that I'm rappin', I be shinin' like a star
And y'all know that these artists is garbage; that, there, is vital
But it's ironic because the flow they use recycled

I told you, I'm comin' up with somethin' dope
I said I'm hoppin' on these beats like I'm jumpin' rope
I belong up on yo' TV—why?—I got mad swag!
These artists garbage, we gon' drop 'em in the trash bag

Whoa, yeah, it be somethin' dope
Said I hop on these beats like I was jumpin' rope
I belong up on yo' TV—why?—I got mad swag
All these artists garbage, we gon' drop 'em in the trash bag
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 91 – Clip 2

Dictionary, Space, Volcano

FREESTYLE:

Off o' the top, none o' these rappers can get with Harry
Yeah, I see it different 'cos I am a visionary
Yeah, all o' these lyrics I spit are scary
Got more vocabulary than in a dictionary

I'mma keep on holdin' it down, uh, 'til my final breath o' livin'
Ay, I'm the rap dictionary—why?—'cos I give you definition
Uh, all o' these competitions, y'all know that we winnin' them
Ay, I give you definition, then I hit you with synonyms

I be more sweeter than cinnamon; uh, y'all know we tend to win
Ay, hop on the stage, I'm like, ay, ladies 'n gentlemen
Ay, I got 'em tremblin', ay, cold as the winter wind
Ay, go 'head and send 'em in, gettin' lyrical like Eminem

Uh, y'all know I'm really in the zone
By the time that I'm finished, man, my name will be known
Got all these rappers adjustin' they tone
Soon as I'm spittin', they be pullin' out they phones

Like, "Hold up, wait a minute, yo, we gotta capture this!"
Go on, press it to the master disc
H-Mack, he be known for the savageness
When I'm spittin', man, I'm never on no average shit

Let's get it, ay, brought a couple bros just in case
Heh, leavin' planet Earth, I'mma travel through space
Yeah, when it be comin' to bars, they know my lyrics are way too gigantic
Ay, travel through outer space 'cos I freestyle, so I don't plan it

Uh, yeah, hold it down all up in my orbit
Any microphone, people know I'm 'bout to scorch it
Ay, live on the track, I'm reportin'
In the background, I can see your Jordans

Y'all know I'm bringin' that funk
Got the Jordans on the wall, I'mma hit that dunk
Yeah, y'all know I be rappin' tight
Y'all got the T-shirts that are black and white

Uh, all o' my lyrics the truest
They turnin' around, like, "How did he do it?!"
Uh, y'all know my lyrics are amazin'
When I be rappin' with my fans, I'm engagin'

Whole new path, what I'm blazin'
Y'all know I'm hot like the food that is Cajun
Never been caged in
Yeah, shout to my homie with the chair made by GTRacing

I'mma put it down for y'all, ay, start slow, then my sound evolves
Ay, over instrumentals, I be way too influential, I'mma do it off the mental, then I crawl
I'mma make it known when I'm in another zone, H-Mack clearin' it out like Drano
I'mma blow your mind with insane flows, I be blowin' up like volcano

Yeah, I lead 'em all to the slaughter, people be knowin' my lyrics are hotter
Uh, change my name to Harry Potter, I'm workin' magic while spittin' out lava
Y'all know I'm 'bout to body-bag y'all; all around the planet, I'mma drag ya
Feel like a volcano when I spit it all up off the top 'cos you know I be spittin' out the magma

Spittin' out the hot shit right from the core o' the earth
Off the top o' the mental, I be explorin' the verse
Uh, H-Mack, I be givin' ya more
And like your background, I'mma have it closed like a door

H-Mack in it, make it happen in a hurry
Both o' y'all got the hair that's curly
Y'all was not even believin' him
Now I got both o' y'all leanin' in

I was like, "Dude, I do it for all the real rap addicts and the real tweakers...
...And the beat just ended, so it's just my voice now comin' out o' your speakers!"
I was like, "Trust me, I'm about to peak, bruh," and my voice really be up in the red zone
I was like, "Dawg, the homie can't hear me, so you better switch off o' those headphones!"

And you know I'm comin' through with the lyrics that they like
All up in the middle, y'all know they be holdin' up the mic
Harry Mack about to strike, even when I'm at a distance
I just keep on movin' 'cos I'm bringin' the persistence

Y'all know that I be flowin' divine
And when I'm rhymin' on Omegle, I be blowin' yo' mind
Told you that I'm gettin' cheese like mozzarella
When the beat ends, I'mma do it a cappella
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 91 – Clip 3

Apparatus, Microscopic, Octagon, Blanket, Blanking

FREESTYLE:

I love freestylin' 'cos I'm savage at this
And when they hear me snap on tracks, they sayin' Mack's the baddest
Uh, when I'm spittin', I be smilin' 'cos I'm gladly snappin'
Use this mic as my apparatus

Uh, never played for the fool
Take 'em to school, told you that this mic is my tool
Utilize it, uh, every single time I'm improvisin'
Y'all know I shine bright like I'm in the sky, lit

Call me the sun, uh, y'all know I'm enterin' a new zone
While they hold two phones
Yeah, doublin' up, got one in each hand
When I rhyme, I never be out o' reach, man

Uh, I ain't never jokin', y'all know I'm 'bout to leave the mic smokin'
Leave 'em like your arm, leave 'em broken
Yeah, how long will it last?
I'm about to put a wack rapper in a body cast

Yo, the god'll blast on 'em, y'all know I do this more than often
I'm hockin' up the spittle, it's the strong phlegm
I'm 'bout to hit ya harder, refuse to trade or barter
Every lyric that I be spittin' right off o' the top, they know I'm the author

Make it known, yeah, I'm killin' all these rap songs
Two o' y'all have bare heads, two of y'all have hats on
Yeah, callin' anything that I see
Uh, y'all know that I just spring up 'n free

Make it known, yeah, I can rhyme on topics
Rappers on these mics sound microscopic
Uh, meanwhile, I'm like Michael Jordan 'cos I'm massive
I mean, I'm way above the average

Uh, these rappers really wanna triumph bad
But they microscopic like they all up in the science lab
I be zoomin' in but I really can't see 'em
What's the reason? 'Cos these rappers ain't cold freezin'!

I ease in to the session, I might return ya
I got the microscope and I got the Bunsen burner
I don't have a mic or no speakers
Instead o' that, I got my saliva in beakers

I'm about to see if I can combine it, I read it off the periodic table
Lyrically, I got a myriad o' fatal
Bars I can spit all up in your direction
I make 'em crash—boom! Big intersection!

Check how we move, I keep on rockin' on
Intersection—make 'em stop: octagon!
That's a stop sign, if ya didn't know; I bring the great vibes
Every single line's an octagon, it has eight sides

You can shift it; matter fact, whenever I be wreckin' songs
I be more like the dodecagon
Twelve sides, peep the vibe, yeah, I'mma make it known
I'm really enterin' a crazy zone

I was like, "There's three o' y'all, right?"
They were like, "For sure!"
Then I saw your friend up in the back and said, "No, wait, there's four...
...Can I get one more?" Y'all know I'mma thank 'im!

He was like, "I can't think o' nothin', dawg, I'm blankin'!"
Uh, you know we 'bout to get the cash up
Shout the homie with the necklace and the T-shirt for Thrasher
Yeah, H-Mack, I be skatin'

Over instrumentals when creatin'
Keep you warm like blanket, I never draw a blank
Whenever I be on the mic, I be givin' thanks
And speakin' o' blanks, that's what they shootin' when they kick they raps, son

They ain't real, they be more like your fuckin' cap gun
Ayo, I seen it with the orange 'n green
Grip the mic, then I'm 'bout to outperform the scene
Yeah, every time I spit, I spit it cleanly and raw

He was like, "Dawg, trust me, I seen you before...
...You don't know how many times I done peeped your vid!"
Man, I'm blessed to be connected with the four o' these kids
Yo, thank you for the words, I'mma spit this shit absurd
I'mma spit it hella quick, I'm 'bout to leave your vision blurred
Let's go!