Omegle Bars Episode 92 – Clip 1

Piano, Delinquent, Blu Tack

FREESTYLE:

All my lyrics, they be off the handle
H-Mack got the keys like I'm playin' piano
Yeah, and y'all know we up out the zone
Soon as the beat drops, she be pullin' out her phone

Like, "Hold up, wait a minute, this 'bout to be some ill shit...
...He's 'bout to kill this, so you know I gotta film this!"
I bring the realness; yo, my heart and soul, I reveal this
No need to conceal it

I'm appealin' when I'm dealin' lyrics like the fifty-two cards
I be spittin' too hard
Yeah, y'all know that I came to get iller
Both o' y'all are matchin' with the necklaces of silver

Uh, H-Mack, I'm goin' in
Both o' these girls, I'mma flow for them
Yeah, and y'all know everything I bring won't fail
I stretch longer than your fingernails

Yeah, Mack all up on it, you know that I'm about to slam, though
Those fingernails might make it difficult to play piano
You might have to trim 'em down
Yo, every time he's spittin', he's bringin' the winnin' sound

Hold up, yeah, I freestyle 'cos I can think quick
Uh, the real steez, I'mma bring this
Yeah, we got all them glasses clinkin'
Get away with murder, I'm the freestyle delinquent

Uh, 'cos when I'm spittin' my rhymes
They envision the lines, feel like I'm committin' a crime
Because I'm stealin' the show when killin' the flow
Yeah, that's a robbery and murder; most possibly, I serve ya

I defy the prophecies and get what I deserve, bruh
I'm a earner, y'all know that I'mma burn ya
Yeah, with them true, raw flows
On the back o' your phone, you got a QR code

Yeah, H-Mack, man, you know I'm the man
Uh, people watchin' this is 'bout to give it a scan
Uh, y'all know that I take it to the next
Level when I come through with the lyrical flex

Yeah, and you know I blow your mind with the rap verse
Both o' y'all are matchin' in the black shirts
Ain't another artist do it like me
Yours got the holes and yours is made by NIKE

Yeah, H-Mack, I'm callin' out the brands
I'mma make you holla when I slam
I'mma make yo' jaw drop low with raw, hot flows
Is Mack the illest ever off top? Thought so!

I'm here, y'all know I'm makin' it clear
Uh, only thing that I be spittin' is the true raps
Talkin' shit on this dude Mack, don't do that
I'mma leave 'em pinned to the wall, no Blu Tack

Yeah, and I never been a poseur
They should prolly put my face on a poster
Yeah, and you know I go hard from the heart with thoughts
They like tacks 'cos they sharp

Uh, and these rappers don't get me
Uh, situation like Blu Tack, it's gettin' sticky
Yeah, and y'all know that I'mma leave 'em hangin' from the wall
With lyrics, I'm bangin' for 'em all

Yeah, raw rhymes, I sling 'em for 'em all, they gon' hear this
Rhymes I deliver comin' right from the spirit
Yeah, they recognize I'm truly absurd
Thanks to y'all for throwin' me a few o' those words

I appreciate your time, I hope you appreciate these rhymes
The pain that you feelin', I'll alleviate in time
I'm 'bout to get you lifted 'cos I'm gifted
And I'm the illest, I'm persistin', please don't get it twisted

Like a tornado, my lyrics more fatal
Yeah, I kill the whole game 'cos I'm able
You cover your mouth 'cos you can't believe
You know Mack got freestyles up that sleeve
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 92 – Clip 2

Table, Circus, Balloon, Any Phobia

FREESTYLE:

Every lyric that I kick sounds fatal
Kill the whole game—why?—'cos I'm able
Sweet like syrup when it's made with the maple
I be tryna eat, feastin' up off the table

Yeah, I only kick them fatal raps
Uh, grab the mic and I disable cats
I'on't really give a fuck where your label's at
Want me to sign a deal? You gon' have to table that!

Uh, kill the game and that's my fault
I got a lot o' dope lyrics all inside o' my vault
When they want the real freestyles, I'm gettin' called
Matter fact, open they wound, hit table salt

All inside o' that, y'all know I'm 'bout to fill 'em with pain
'Cos when it be comin' to spillin' these flames, I'm killin' the game
I be kickin' raw lyrics and I could make your head hurt
Shout my homie who be steady noddin' in the red shirt

Yeah, I be livin' out my purpose
These rappers like clowns, should be workin' in the circus
I'mma make 'em nervous; my freestyle, I will disperse this
Yeah, y'all know it's Mack and I'm killin' this

They feelin' this, I'm drillin' this right into your brain
Yeah, comin' off the tip o' this, the shit is insane
Yeah, I'mma do me, I'mma lift you higher
Like I'm in the circus walkin' on the tightrope wire

I'm who they admire; you know I'mma snap, G
Kickin' raps how I please; want the real? Get at me!
Y'all could never do it like the Mack, G
I be in the circus right now, I got 'em flippin' like the trapeze

Uh, ain't nobody spurtin' this way
Uh, doin' tricks like it's Cirque du Soleil
Yeah, matter fact, they find my freestyles troublin'
I ain't in the circus 'cos it's words that I'm jugglin'

'Stead o' flamin' knives, 'stead o' machetes
But when I'm rhymin', I'm never petty, I'm droppin' it heavy
They shoulda known 'im already, I'mma put 'em on game
Yeah, H-Mack be the most ill in the game

Most realest, insane, check the way that I move
Every time that I spit, I be sure to improve
If you don't know my name, you gon' know me soon
'Cos right now, I'm blowin' up somethin' like a balloon

Uh, these lyrics is basic, the shit they spit is not rare
They not there, go up and up like the hot air
Balloon, y'all know I take 'em higher when I damage foes
I'mma leave your brain twisted—balloon animal

Uh, yeah, check the way we do it, we be different
From the Mack, they better keep a distance
When it be comin' to lyrics right off o' the mental, they'll never be seein' him
Uh, I'mma take you high like vocals from helium

Best believe in him, we be suckin' that balloon air
Bars I deliver, they be too rare
I'mma spit somethin' new there, make you hold your fist to your mouth
When I be spittin', rappers pissed, that's no doubt

Hah! Give 'em the gist, then I'm out!
Y'all know I don't have to twist they wrists
'Cos when they hear me spit, they know this isn't for clout
I'mma do it off the top, dawg, I'm showin' ya

They scared o' Harry Mack, it's a real Mackphobia
Or arachnophobia 'cos I'm 'bout to crawl
Right to the cypher like a spider for y'all
Heh, if you got the fear, well, you know I'm 'bout to damage ya

To arachnophobes, I'm like a tarantula
H-Mack, man, you know that I disable mics
I'm like a black widow 'cos I got a fatal bite
When I strike, y'all know the Mack is really showin' up
Now's the point where you react and start blowin' up
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 92 – Clip 3

Linen, Infrastructure, Scramble

FREESTYLE:

Unh, we be on the internet trendin'
And it's been that way since the beginnin'
Do 'em off the top, I'on't never pen 'em
This freestyle shit is in my fabric–linen

Am I the illest ever? Well, I think so!
Keep on rhymin' with these sick flows
'Til my skin looks like linen 'cos it's wrinkled
'Til I'm gettin' real old

When it be comin' to lyrics right off o' the mental, I'm spittin' it real cold
Yeah, and y'all know they ask for more bass
Spit it real cold, so my homie needs The North Face
Unh, these rappers never standin' a chance

My man, he be feelin' it, he stands up to dance
Yeah, am I the illest off the top? Right on!
Felt the flow, so he had to turn the lights on
Yeah, yo, from linen, then I'm bendin'

'Cause I be composin' songs like my name was John Lennon
H-Mack, I'm in it, I come through with the heat flows
Ay, tryna sell more records than the Beatles
Ay, y'all know they'll believe in me soon

It was dark at first, now we all seein' yo' room
I leave these rappers turned off like yo' screen 'cos they doomed
Yeah, rappers can't never do what he's 'bout to do
Unh, makin' it happen, I'm takin' the action; my man, he be dancin', you know that I amp 'im up

When it be comin' to the freestyle lyrics, most y'all don't understand this stuff
That I be spittin', make you move yo' legs, they goin' all crazy
Everybody beg for me to keep it movin'; one day, I'mma be famous like Jay-Z
Yeah, we gon' keep it on it, make these kids just rupture

Unh, I'm about to damage all they infrastructure
Unh, I'mma spit off the head
I burn through they infrastructure with infrared
Light beams from the mental; this, here, is essential

Yeah, turn 'em lights off, y'all know I'm the mic boss
Unh, the infrastructure of the industry
Is about to rupture, it happens instantly
I'm 'bout to break it down, y'all know I'm truly from the future

Open up my [skull]1 and you won't see a brain at all, you gonna see a supercomputer
I'mma have you straight-up wavin' yo' fist
When I rhyme, I got the whole planet cravin' my shit
H-Mack right off the top, I drop it heavy as a anvil

Rappers' domes like eggs, I crack 'em and leave 'em scrambled
Unh-hunh, every time that I'm rippin'
Y'all know I treat 'em like eggs 'cos I just got 'em all flippin'
Y'all know I'm killin' it when I be spittin' it bomb 'n shit

Yeah, I am the greatest, you know they gon' honor it
Scramble these tracks like I was makin' a omelette
Ay, cookin' the eggs, they all 'bout to beg
You know that it's crazy, I'm gettin' 'em twisted like kegs

I come with the beer, y'all know I bubble right up in your ears
Y'all know I'm really gon' fill 'em with fear
I am the greatest off top and it's clear
Ay, I be shinin' on, like, all o' my peers

So(,) much love to my man, I be the rap penetrator
Thanks for hittin' up that random word generator
He was like, “Dawg, you makin' me flip...
..I can't think o' no words, I'm afraid you gon' skip!”

Well, I'm glad we stayed on, you came with the dope
At first you was like, “Nope,” so you went inside your notes
Then you hit the generator, gave me three simple words
And I grabbed them and I flipped 'em and I made you go absurd

Let's go!