Omegle Bars Episode 99 – Clip 1

Intelligent, Outgoing, Excellent

FREESTYLE:

Ay, all o' my lyrics is heavy, ay, just like a elephant
Ay, y'all know I'm spittin' that raw shit and I keep it intelligent
This is the outgoin' message that most o' these rappers'll never get
Ay, they are just not on my level, kid, they lyrics ain't excellent

Said all o' my bars is so heavy, ay, ay, just like a elephant
Yeah, spittin' the smart shit off the top, I keep it intelligent
This is the outgoing message that most o' these rappers'll never get
Ay, they not on my level, kid, ay, they shit just ain't excellent

Comin' off the top o' the dome and I spit it from the heart
All my lyrics, they be sharp like a dart
Man, you do it for the chart but I do it for the art
Man, I keep my shit intelligent, I keep my shit smart

Yeah, I'm spittin' out the flames, they adjustin' the game
Y'all know these other rappers couldn't maintain
I said I'm smart with the bars and these rhymes and these lines
From the mind, man, y'all know that they be pourin' out my brain

I'm like Einstein every time I come up with equations
Ay, they recognize my brain is amazin'
Ay, with my audience, I be engagin'
Ay, grip up on the mic and foul 'em flagrant

Ay, I'mma make it happen, man, these rappers are never my buddy
Y'all know that they lyrics are cruddy
That's why I slice 'em across they neck and get it bloody
Man, y'all know that I'm smart, I took the time to study

Uh, I'm 'bout to leave 'em all shook, ay, grab on the mic and I cook
Ay, y'all know I study all day, solvin' equations and readin' mad books
Ay, y'all know my brain is expandin' up out o' my head
Ay, y'all know I spit that intelligent raw shit 'til the day that I'm dead

I said all o' my lyrics are phat, ay, ay, just like a elephant
Ay, I spit the smart shit, whoa, keep it intelligent
This is the outgoing message that most o' these rappers'll never get
Ay, they not on my level, kid—["Why?"]—shit just ain't excellent

Yeah, spittin' it heavy, uh, uh, just like a elephant
Whoa, spittin' that smart shit, ay, bars are intelligent
This is the outgoing message most o' these rappers'll never get
Ay, they not on my level, kid; listen, shit just ain't excellent

Yeah, outgoin' 'cos I'm rockin' for the crowd
Ay, the outgoin' message, turn it loud
Ay, y'all know that it's goin' out the speakers
Ay, y'all know that I'm 'bout to spit the reefer

To get you higher when I spit the fire, they desire
To acquire all the talents that I got 'cos they admire
The way that I'm killin' it, spillin' it right up off the tip o' this
Really lit when I do it, man, my flows inconspicuous

It's ridiculous, the way that I be makin' it happen
I'm crazy when rappin', never slackin', I'm takin' the action
I get it done
I be on the microphone, y'all know I'm havin' fun

Top o' the list, Harry Mack is number one
Y'all know I strive for excellence
Strive for greatness and I go where they never been
Y'all know I'm 'bout to change the game, I ain't preachin' like the reverend

But my lyrics, they get used for medicine
Uh, outgoing 'cos I'm speakin' my voice
Yeah, change the game with these bars, y'all, I'm makin' that choice
There's no way anyone out there could ever erase this

Vocals match to the beats, like y'all be matchin' with bracelets

I said whoa, spittin' that heavy shit, ay, just like a elephant
Heh, yeah, y'all know I'm spittin' it smart, I keep it intelligent
This is the outgoing message that most o' these rappers'll never get
Ay, they not on my level, kid—["Why?"]—they shit just ain't excellent

Yeah, spittin' it heavy, uh, uh, just like a elephant
Yeah, yeah, uh, y'all know I'm keepin' my lyrics intelligent
This is the outgoing message most o' these rappers'll never get
Couldn't really do it like the Mack, that's a fact, 'cos the lyrics that they spittin' not excellent
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 99 – Clip 2

Cars, Family, Facial Hair

FREESTYLE:

Everybody knows I'm sick with the bars
When I grip up on this mic, they know I'm rippin' it hard
Yeah, I'm a king, yo, the kid is a czar
When it comes to rap music, I'm driven like cars

Yeah, and they know that all my lyrics are godly
Driven like Mercedes Benz, driven like Maserati
My flow fancy and my lyrics might trouble you
In fact, I might pull up in the fresh BMW

When it comes to lyrics, they know I do not stop
I show what's under the hood, like a drop top
Yeah, and y'all know they be supportin'
My lyrics hella expensive—I pull up in the foreign

I got you flinchin'; any competition, I'm winnin'
Since the beginnin', y'all got me revvin' up my engine
I ain't never gonna settle
I go against the grain, I'm a rebel, push the pedal to the metal

My style devours all these wild-ass cowards
'Cos I go two hundred fifty miles per hour
I race around tracks like it's NASCAR or the Formula One
All my lyrics, they might torture ya, son

I scorch it up from the tongue
Give ya more than just a portion
I'm done only when you fully feel it
I'm in control, the realest

Rapper that they ever heard in they life
Pull the blade out, then I might just murder the mic
Unh, y'all know I'm in control o' this shit
I'm rollin' with bars; meanwhile, you rollin' a spliff

H-Mack is on a roll, y'all know my flow beautiful
You can roll the cigarette, but I be like a sushi roll
My lyrics raw, unh, rollin' over rappers like it's Red Rover
Whether high or sober, I'mma show ya

I thought I told ya I be spittin' that insanity
I'mma make all o' my fans into my family
Yeah, hold up, wait, let's do this
My fans are somethin' like my family unit

Yeah, and y'all know it's unrehearsed when I disperse
Word to family 'cos I'm birthin' the verse
I'm the mother and the father, I'm the parent
Runnin' these rhymes like parents be runnin' errands

Yeah, and y'all know they about to know soon
'Cos I birth a verse, I'mma turn my brain to a womb
Unh, shouts to my family, shouts to the fam, though
Every time I rhyme, my lyrics is off the handle

Lyrically, y'all know I'm runnin' it better
Like a drummer when under pressure, bring the rhythm and it's somethin' that's clever
Just like a family, we comin' together, we all in the same space
It's a lame race

If you only chase pape', so I'm chasin' my dreams
And I'm blowin' people's minds with these lyrical schemes
While you sippin' on the beer, I'll be spittin' somethin' clear, never embarrassin'
Even though you said, "Damn Americans!"

From Los Angeles, we gotta say cheers to that
They pluggin' in 'cos they really wanna hear me rap
And y'all know I will amaze with flair
My lyrics grow from the dome like facial hair

Y'all know I'm really 'bout to make this clear
I'm wise like a wizard with the gray in my beard
Yeah, and all around the planet, they know me
Lyrics drip off my chin, somethin' like goatees

I'm 'bout to make it felt, y'all know I'm up on it
Rhymes about facial hair—it's hard, to be honest
But every other rapper in the game is in trouble
'Cos my lyrics rough, somethin' like my stubble

Y'all know I'm a winner, I never been a beginner
I'm cuttin' through competition, somethin' like a beard trimmer
And when he's rhymin' off top, they know the man's great
Harry, like my chest—no time to manscape

Harry is my name, so I gotta represent it
Now, make some noise if you found the freestyle inventive
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 99 – Clip 3

Gymnasium, Chemistry, Deodorant

FREESTYLE:

Not a human, I'm a alien
These microphones, I stay flamin' them
The industry finally payin' him
I flex on you like I'm in the gymnasium

Let's go, y'all know I treat it like a sport
So, every day, y'all know you gon' see me on the court
Either that or I'm runnin' laps 'round these tracks
Other emcees can't snap like the Mack

Hold up, uh, y'all know I keep it fresh
Get this weight up off my chest like doin' a bench press
I'mma pull up just so I can shine on y'all
Uh, comin' off the top with these rhymes for y'all

Yeah, I just be makin' it known whenever I hop on the mic
I showed up on Omegle and you were gettin' so hype
Like, "Dawg, I know you! I done seen you on my TikTok...
...I gotta get a pic, dawg, gotta give props!"

Yeah, ayo, I'm glad that we captured it
When it come to freestylin', I done mastered it
Uh, these other artists, man, they been trash
They smellin' funky like some socks after gym class

Yeah, I run over these beats wearin' my sneakers
Y'all know that I be rattlin' these speakers
Uh, when I spit, I be boostin' up your energy
In addition, I be boostin' up your brain chemistry

Uh, I spit it fire forever
They say neurons that fire together wired together
Yeah, so I'm about to wire all o' the neurons
Up in my brain that help me concoct all these pure songs

I break it down for y'all, my flow is straight-up blazin'
Ayo, I'm out here solvin' every chemical equation
Uh, I'm out here flexin' with a strong sound
I'm recordin' live from the compound

H2O—two parts hydrogen
One part oxygen, there's nobody rockin' them
Rhymes quite as fly as me; my flow, it be liquid like water
Yeah, and they know this kid's 'bout to slaughter

I got you smilin' real big, they knowin' it's a fact
Chemical equations in the mind o' the Mack
Labels tried to sign me, it's irrelevant
So we had to periodically table that element

Yeah, I break it down with the freshness
There ain't no one in the game who could test this
Uh, turn it up louder, yo, we gon' bang the base
I got my homie noddin' with the stank face

Like, "Bro, I'm feelin' you," Mack up on the mic
My man got the sticker, it's the apple on the mic
Heh, wait a minute, I'm snappin' on my life
Apple on the mic? Dawg, that's Mack up on the mic!

I'mma break it down for y'all—'He's god!'—I'm the lyrical Steve Jobs
So tell my haters they need to ease off
Yeah, I'm doin' somethin' different when I spit this
Ay, open up, they all gon' bear the witness

Yeah, I break it down for y'all up in the session
Every lyric that I teach to my fans is too impressin'
Oh, my god, I studied like a nerd
But I'm sorry to say I done forgot the last word

Can you please remind me what you said?
["Deodorant!"] Off the head!
Now I remember, yo, thanks for the reminder
All up in the lab, you know that you can find bruh

Okay, let me break it down, y'all know that I'm goin' in
Whole long list o' rappers that I'm doper than
I be spittin' cold lyrics, I done frozen them
My lyrics fresh like I just used some deodorant

Yeah, and I get busy when I hold mics
On my whole life; yo, smell fresh like Old Spice
I break it down for y'all when I'm up in this room
Ayo, these lyrics puff out like some perfume

Yeah, and y'all know they feel threatened
I got all my enemies nervous, can tell that they sweatin'
They smellin' rank, but I'm top-rank when all on they list
Yeah, y'all gon' get the gist, I leave my enemies pissed

I just be doin' it right off the mental; my lyrics, you know they essential
I never need a utensil; no pen and no pencil
Flow off o' the top, though; come through with the hot flow
Raw bars, man, we got those; eat 'em up like tacos

Extra avocado, and y'all know I cop those
All up from the truck, though; H-Mack with the plush flow
Doin' it different whenever I'm rhymin', you know that it happens up in a hurry
Shout to my homie with headphones on, and he be growin' with hair that's curly

I'm callin' out, like, anything that I can see
These other emcees soundin' weak to me
Y'all know my music bumps like it's texturized
I'm so blessed and honored to be recognized
Let's go!