Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 1

Chocolate, Sunrays, Beauty

FREESTYLE:

Yo, yo, check it I grab up on the mic and then I'm rockin' it
Most these rappers' lyrics be more sweeter than some chocolate
Harry Mack, yo, I hit ya on some helter-skelter
Treat rappers like a chocolate bar-I'm sun, I melt ya

Yo, it goes down proper, Harry Mack, they heard me
Matter fact, on beats, lyrics sweet like some Hershey's
Yeah, it goes down, rappers better understand me
Hand me the mic, I spit it sweeter than some candy

What's the next word?
Someone, keep me on my toes!
["Sunrays."]
I'mma put it in the flows
Harry Mack, I'm elevated, can't hang with these young guys

Over tracks, truly, it's more beauty than a sunrise
Yeah, ever since a kid, I been a young threat
Rhythm like drum set, but right now, it's the sunset
Ayo, it's goin' the opposite direction For the sunset, yo, I have such an affection

Had to come and catch the views, so we up here at
Griffith They talk about rappin' but Mack really lives it I'm all on the mic and I be the performer I'm tryna read your shirt to understand the street corner
Harry Mack, man, you know I came with the best boast I be reppin' this shit, Mack from the west coast
Yeah, we put it down, I'mma need another word now I'mma take this twenty-dollar bill for my absurd style

Yeah, ayo, Mack, I'm in my own place
Make your heart race, stealin' dollars out the phone case
Uh, it's goin' down when I be in effect
How's he come with lyrics so quick?

That's just my intellect!
["Beauty."]
Beauty Uh, when I'm on it, live my life like it's a movie
Yeah, ayo, on the mic, I'm swellin' with pride
But don't care about face, the beauty's on the inside

Yeah, Harry Mack, I rise above the average I always been a savage, I be puffin' on my cabbage
Yo, check it when I'm on it, man, I truly am divine
And the only thing I'm focused on is beauty in my rhyme I'mma do it all the time;
Harry Mack, I grab the cash and go I don't see a lot of beauty at the fashion show I see beauty out in nature, I can't be a faker I'mma grab the microphone and tell you I'mma bake a

Rapper into a crisp, can't nobody do it like this
When I be all up on the microphone, I'm slayin' these type o' clones
Whenever I'm in it, infinite; whenever I'm stretchin', grab on the mic and I'm flexin' I'm here to leave an impression; it's
Harry Mack, it's just an obsession

Yeah, ayo, I'm up on the mic to build it makeshift
Shout my girl with twenty-dollar bill and bracelet
Harry Mack, man, you know these rappers hear things
Plus she got the hair bun and hoop earrings

Harry Mack, yo, I make 'em understand, though
All three o' these girls got the Vans, though
Yeah, check it, Harry Mack, I use my foresight
They got the black-and-white, she got the all-white

It comes together, yo, you know I never bluff
And I got the game like the bottom of your pants, cuffed I got it locked down, y'all shoulda known from the jump It's
Harry Mack, I turn the speakers up and let the shit bump It's like that, y'all!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 2

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Step to me, you dead, man [Is it filmin'?]
Uh, uh Uh, I said, step to me, you dead, man
Shout to my homie who's chillin', rockin' the headband
H-Mack callin' it out, ayo, my rhymin' biz

He got the wristwatch, he always know what time it is
H-Mack, yo, I even make your granny snap
Shout to my homie who be rockin' with the fanny pack
Yeah, I call it out properly, swearin'

Starin', and she be the overall-wearin' Girl to the side; rappers step, I'm like, "Fuck it!"
Most these rappers couldn't hang if they were this bucket
Yeah, when I'm on it, I be takin' a chance
Every time I'm flowin', I go in, I'm growin' like plants

Yeah, you think you nice as Mack? I'm thinkin' hardly!
When you seen some plants growin' out of a Bacardí 1 ? It's
Harry Mack, rappers seem to not think at all
How'd you get the bottle empty, homie, did you drink it all?

Yeah, ayo, he was gettin' twisted
Harry Mack; rappers, man, they ceased to existed 2
Yeah, I brought the heat flows, industry need those
If I'm sippin' vodka, it always be the Tito's

Yeah, I'm 'bout to damage foes 'How scandalous!' 3 flows, I'm a animal
Rockin' the party when I'm on it, no one bang this way
If I need a shot o' gin, I sip the Tanqueray Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, I'm a lyrical rapsmith In fact, every lyric sharp, just like a cactus

Uh, yeah, ayo, I love to get bent
First I sip, then I plant another succulent
C'mon, it goes down, I just rap for the fans
Yo, shouts to my woman, also shout to my mans

We movin' on, uh, ayo, y'all know how I feel
Most you rappers like these birds: say you fly but it's not real
Uh, I call it out proper in the spot now
Mack steady bangin', comin' through with the hot style

Uh [They got music right here.]

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 3

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo, uh (...)
C'mon, we in effect, Mack slayin' the fake lords
Shout my little man who be ridin' his skateboard

H-Mack, I'm on it, man, they all goin' mad
He got Jordan plus the camo plus the shoes that are plaid I be callin' out the outfit, homie, I got plenty frees I'mma be the best in the game, like number twenty-three 1
Yeah, gettin' busy nonstop rockin' for the people
My man got the jersey for the

Eagles Number fourteen 1 , plus he got the hair that's curly
Any rapper steppin' up to Mack is gettin' buried
Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, I'm lyrically lacin' My man got the T-shirt with controls from PlayStation
Yeah, when I'm on it, I just rip for sure I like

PlayStation but I love sixty-four 1 C'mon, it goes down, I'm empowered, I report
Shout my girl with the white top and flowers on her shorts
Plus the water bottle and it's laced up with stickers
When it comes to kickin' lyrics, Harry

Mack is way more quicker I put it down, man, I spit what they desire
Heard your rap, I said, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!"
Read it off my man's shirt; homie, can you get that?
Every time I spit facts, I make the people get back

H-Mack keepin' on, yo, you know my brain is insane
Shout my homie with the silver-lookin' chain...

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 4

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Yo, yo-yo
Harry Mack, I be reppin' at the function I used to live right by
Sunset Junction It goes down when I'm all up in the spot I be kickin' lyrics off the top, all my shit is hot
Yo, I go against the grain somethin' like a menace I got fame from kickin' freestyles up in Venice

Shout to my man who's providin' the art It's
Harry Mack, gettin' busy, been that way from the start
Yeah, most o' these rappers in the game can't even see me
If the mic's Mario, then I'mma play

Luigi We brothers, connected, my flow gets directed I dislodge ya, knock it out the park like the
Dodgers Put it down properly when reppin' out the stand
Flow magical, I'm tryna do a record up at Capitol
Yeah, one day we 'bout to make that happen I be serious, I'm never comin' fake when rappin'

Uh, sendin' y'all to heaven, get you higher than
Devin Level 11, I'm fly like 747
Uh, Harry Mack, yo, I spray and I flex
This, right here, a picture from LAX

Yeah, I'mma treat this rhyme shit somethin' like a rare sport
My man be doin' art of Mario and airport
Mad range, yo, forever he's ill She be askin' for the price of the Beverly Hills Yo--

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 5

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

--when I'm on the mic, your whole zone, I erase it I got more flows than this woman has bracelets
Harry Mack, I put it down, yo, I'm in the zone I'm spittin' lyrics while she's on the phone
Yeah, I take over with the rhyme domination I pay no regard to your [private] conversation
Yeah, ayo, you know I got collections I be in your glasses checkin' my reflection It's

Harry Mack, yo, you know my shit is too rare
One question, though, why'd you have to wear two pairs?
Yo, she got one on the head
Harry Mack, leavin' all these sucker rappers so dead

C'mon, I'm in the spot, kickin' lyrics in a hurry
Yes, my name is Harry, like some clothes that are furry
Yeah, yo, I grab the mic and I damage fools I hope to make this, they ain't have to kill no animals It's
Harry Mack, I just call it out proper

Number-one show stopper, classical like the opera
Uh [Let's move this way, maybe...]

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 6

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

(Yo, yo)
Yo, yo Rappers claim they ill, Mack's a lot iller
In fact, I'm a monster, like I'm
Godzilla Call it out proper, man, my lyrics get hype

Harry Mack, I holds it down, man, I'm rockin' the mic
Check it, these rappers talk shit, I'on't even care I said, "Please step to
Harry Mack; yes, that's a dare!"
Yo, I keep it movin', I be readin' off the shirts

Any rappers steppin' up to Mack is quickly gettin' hurt
They know me; off the top, you know I keep the flow free
In this game, I'mma be a legend like
Kobe What y'all got to show me? Rappers hella lame!

Hold up, I can't do this, 'cos this one is the same I already spit that, you rappers shoulda known
Smoke mics like marijuana, shouts to Michelle Obama It's
Harry Mack, I be flowin' off the mental I said I smoke like marijuana, it's the
Presidential And that's the First Lady, my flow is all gravy

You know I rep fly I'm knowledgeable like a tech guy
But I'm not reppin' the Bay I got all these corny rappers straight up steppin' away
Yeah, I do it like none other, phat just like the blubber
This, here, the black and white; other side, he got the colors

Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics makin' you think I might show up rockin' orange, maybe salmon or pink
Either way, I put it down proper, Harry
Mack, I got it made Shout out to my man at the stand with the cool braids
H-Mack, put it down more real I got the lyics that everyone can feel

C'mon, I'm on next, you know my shit is hype
And something like Adidas, the Mack be earnin' stripes I call it out more proper, I'm rappin' tight
Ayo, you like an old movie, black and white
H-Mack put it down proper when I'm in the mix

They steppin' up to Harry for the lyrical fix
Yo, rappers tellin' lies, we never believe those I got strong morals, I got strong ethos
Yeah, ayo, I read it off the bottle
Lyrics goin' full throttle, Harry Mack a role model

And in this game, you know I'm really 'bout to hold stock I'mma keep spittin' 'til I can afford a gold watch
Yeah, ayo, I'm really in this new place
Hold up, this is like that famous rapper, Blueface Get it?
I spit it different than most!

Harry Mack, I got these corny rappers playin' the post
Uh, keep it movin' on, Harry Mack, I'm raw
Yo, it looks like they braided your bag outta straw
C'mon, I do it raw, I'm fly with the spittle

Yeah, plus she got the yellow top tied in the middle
High five, yo, I'm movin' right down to the next
Harry Mack, I astound 'em with the lyrical flex Uh!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 7

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, check it, ayo, I provide the craze
Every time I'm over beats, I just ride the wave
Uh, y'all know the dilly, I'm that fly fellow
Shouts to my girl with the braids black and yellow

H-Mack, I call it, plus she got the stripes runnin' down the side I make 'em want it, my flow is so iconic
Ayo, I brung it with the lyrics I'm reportin' I be rockin'
Pumas while my girl be rockin' Jordans
H-Mack, yo, you know I came to rip a sick song

She ain't need to tie the shits 'cos she bought the slip-ons It's
Harry Mack, yo, I'm always pure Rappers all disturbed, she be rockin'
Hollister I ain't in the surf club but I ride the wave
Over instrumentals, I be gettin' crowds so crazed

High-five for the people who be up in the mix It's
H-Mack, off o' the tip, ain't nobody fuckin' with this
Hey, listen, I got the lyrics that's consumin' your whole brain
When I kick my rhymes, I'm shinin' just like a gold chain

Yeah, I do it proper, you rappers so irrelevant
This the most jewelry I ever seen on a elephant
Got a story so I'm tellin' it, I do my thing
Yo, Harry Mack, I'm in it just to get the most rings

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 8

Id (Griffith Observatory Roof, Coelostat)

FREESTYLE:

Mack slammin' Gettin' live while my man's filmin' on the Canon
H-Mack, put it in perspective live at the observatory
Ayo, I spit the words for glory I make it happen constantly while peepin' the view
Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics are just leakin' right through

C'mon, ayo, I grab the mic, exposin' you quick
Shout the girls on the ledge who be posin' for pics
H-Mack, when I'm on it, yo, it's always good rhymes
Always good times, posin' in front o' the Hollywood sign

Yeah, when I'm on it, I'm about to cause some type o' riot
They spy it, ayo, I'm interruptin' peace 'n quiet
It's Mack, make it happen when we all up in the mix
Soon as I get to snappin', they all come get with this

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 9

Id (Griffith Observatory Roof, Planetarium)

FREESTYLE:

[All right, should we chill-chill for a second?]
["Nah, they love it."]
[Aight.]
Yo, yo, check it I keep it live, can't no one erase this
Shout my man in Diesel T-shirt with the braces
Harry Mack, yo, you know he got a good brain
Plus he got the phone case that's lookin' like wood grain

Yeah, they wond'rin' if the Mack gon' stop I be way too advanced, like an Apple Watch C'mon, and
Harry Mack, I'm just controllin' the scene
He got the black Adidas sneakers and the holes in the jeans
C'mon, I keep it movin' when I'm on it, that's certainly

Ayo, here comes the Griffith Observatory security But we still gon' rock It's
Harry Mack gettin' busy, I be ill off top
Yeah, and when I'm spittin', you know the flow is hella dope
You can move that direction for the telescope

If you wanna see deep into space
Harry Mack got the lyrics you should peep in the place
Yeah, ayo, y'all know that I'm raw with mics Me and my [fam]
roll together, we outlaws for life Uh, I call it out, that's whatever I see

When it be comin' to flippin' the lyrics, ain't nobody clever as me It's
Harry Mack, I be on it, I'm facin' the true challenge
Shout my homie in the blue shorts and black
New Balance Passin' by wond'rin' if he should stop to listen

And when it comes to spittin', I stay in top position
Yeah, it's like that, can't nobody get iller
Harry Mack, yo, I spit lyrical quicksilver Uh, ayo, I'm just rappin' 'bout the visual
Matter fact, turn back around, I'm the original

Ayo, I call it out properly, that's off the shirt It's
Harry Mack, you step to me, then you might get hurt
Ayo, check it, when I'm on it, I just flow with fools
Most the rhymes these rappers kick is just disposable

Ay, man, you know I keep the flow phat
Every moment I'm rhymin' is sure to be a Kodak
Ayo, we up here, properly rockin', no one like me
Shout my homie all in the white tee

Harry Mack, when I'm spittin', lyrics is dumb cute
Shout my girl, she can't believe it, rockin' the jumpsuit
Yo, she's over there trippin', seein' me live
Harry Mack, I'm spittin' lyrics that I'm feelin' inside

Yeah, check it, at the station, I'm performin' so loud
When I get to kickin' lyrics, I be formin' a crowd
Yeah, off o' the top, lyrics never been lazy I put crazy rhymes in the mind o' the baby
Has a influence on how you grow

Harry Mack, off the top, I'm so proud o' the flows
Steppin' up to the Mack, you know it can't be won
And I'm this, here-I'm a champion
Yo, Mack keep it movin', I just read it off the backpack

Every time I'm on it, man, you know I keep the raps phat
Gettin' down nonstop, y'all can't believe The tat on his calf match the tat on his sleeve
Harry Mack put it down proper, off-the-head raps
Ayo, plus he matched the shorts with the red cap

Ayo, it all comes together mad proper
Harry Mack, the show stopper, classical skills like the opera
Yeah, and live up on the deck, I think they heard him I got fans, span from
LA to Berlin Everybody come together, do it instantly It's

Harry Mack in the hip hop industries It's
Harry Mack, yo, I'm keepin' the raps sick Hold up, what's this green thing?
I think it's a tablet!
Yeah, Harry Mack, man, you know I'm 'bout to hop on the track

When I'm on it, I be rockin' them raps
It's for the children, ayo, you know that I teach live I dig that
T-shirt, I'm lovin' the beach vibes
Harry Mack, yo, I call what I see 'cos

I'm the man Shout my homie in the pink shirt from
VANS It all comes together proper, everybody gathers
When it be comin' to kickin' rhymes up off the top, I be the master
Can't nobody do it better, master like I'm

Shredder Shout my girl with white necklace piece lookin' like leopard
Yeah, she got the print, call it off o' the
T-shirt Steppin' to the Mack, I guarantee y'all will be hurt
One time, I'm rockin' for the girls and boys

If you feelin' me at Griffith, please make some noise!
That's what I'm talkin' about
Harry Mack off the top, I be rockin', no doubt
Yeah, they be lovin' the way that I spit off the head

Be careful, security told you not to sit on the ledge
Yo, ayo, I'm just makin' y'all follow the rules
Every time I spit my lyrics, it'll always be cool

Guerrilla Bars Episode 2 – Clip 10

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Movin' on, peace to my people, we gotta proceed
Harry Mack, I got the lyrics that the people gon' need
C'mon, now, if you point your camera that direction
And see what's on his screen, that would be photo-inception

H-Mack, callin' out the shit as it happens I'm snappin', busy with the lyrical rappin'
Yeah, when I'm on it, I'm just bendin' them styles
You're welcome, I gave you a genuine smile
Yeah, perfect for the camera, you ain't gotta say cheese

Harry Mack, I'm comin' off the top with lyrical steez
Uh, when I'm on a mic, yo, I'm makin' people think
We out here spittin' rhymes while the sky is turnin' pink
Everybody come together, can't nobody do it better

When it comes to rhymes, I'm fresher, puttin' rappers under pressure
Yeah, when I rhyme, it's no bull When off the top, I shine like your skull
H-Mack, I'm on it, I'm lyrically rippin' Is that a White Claw?
What's that you sippin'?

H-Mack, I put it down, ayo, you blink and you miss it
Yeah, ay, check it, reppin' for my district
And when I'm on it, I'm just passionate and fly
Your hair is pink, so it's matchin' with the sky

H-Mack, call it out, you know that my flows sting
She got the earrings in the lobes and the nose ring
Laughin' as she's passin', goin' back to the clique
Harry Mack, you know I'm rappin' legit What'd you say?

Oh, she said no!
Okay, I'll proceed with the lyrics that's dope
Yo, some people like it and some people just don't
Harry Mack, I'm off the top and I'm ill with the flow

It comes from the throat; movin' on, the people be watchin'
Don't step to Mack, be proceedin' with caution
Yeah, ayo, rappers can't tell me shit
They be in the limelight posin' with the selfie stick

Yeah, Harry Mack, most these rappers out here can't get with me I shine, kinda like jewelry from Tiffany's
Yeah, ayo, I'm reckless with flair
Yo, if you go to Tiffany's, have breakfast there
Y'all know the reference, uh, when I'm doin' what I gotta do

Steppin' up to Mack and you know I'm 'bout to slaughter crews
Yeah, I'm out here just displayin' all the stamina I brought my own photographer; now, I'm on your camera Hey, it's
H-Mack, they flipped it around I rip with the sound, all these rappers straight gettin' clowned
Yeah, proceedin', give 'em all what they needin' I grab the mic and bust it for every 1 reason

C'mon, it goes down and I brought the true phat raps
Shout my homie-blue jeans, white T and blue backpack
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm callin' out what they wearin'
Not even carin', plus I got the speaker system blarin' I be the illest performer, son, I tried to warn ya I be on the track representin'

California Summer isn't a season, summer is a feelin'
Harry Mack, I'm off the top, it's lyrics that I'm dealin'
Take only memories, leave only footprints Started rappin' back in sixth grade and I been good since
Yeah, check it, yo, I'm fly in the zone

Right now, I'm kickin' lyrics and I'm live on your phone C'mon, it's
Harry Mack, man, I give 'em a taste and leave 'em shook
You should broadcast this live to Facebook
It goes down properly, really ain't no stoppin' me

The young threat got the people missin' the sunset
My bad, ayo, I put it down for my folks
All these rappers steppin' to Mack, I'm leavin' 'em broke
Ayo, the highest tip o' rhymin', homie, you know that's what I just be on

And I shine like your watch band, neon
Uh, Harry Mack, I do it, yeah, you know I'm arrivin'
Treatin' tracks like your shoes 'cos I just slide in
Uh, I put it down mad properly

Once I start rockin' the frees, there ain't no stoppin' me I told you, I just flows a lot I'm smokin' hot, shout my girl in the polka dots
Yeah, most these rappers in the game, they really just don't get me
Most these rappers drawn out, like cartoons from Disney But
Harry Mack's the live action with the live rappin'

Can't survive when I'm snappin', I'mma get the dap in
Reach out to my man and I'm throwin' the pound
Harry Mack the freshest off top, I'm showin' these clowns
C'mon, and when I'm on it, got 'em all goin' mad

Hold up, that's supposed to clash, that's the stripes and the plaid
But my man made it work 'cos he put it together
When it comes to lyrical flows, can't nobody do better
C'mon, and when I'm on it, yo, I'm leavin' them impressed

He got the sweatshirt underneath the gray vest
Harry Mack, I do it raw, yo, my sound, you detect
And my homie got the black sweater around the neck It's
Harry Mack, I do my thing and I lyrically bling

Ayo, my pants is black, matchin' the color of ring
Man, I'm puttin' it down proper, Harry
Mack, I be the most clean Up on the scene, know what I mean
He got the jean on the coat, though It's

Harry Mack, I'm comin' with the dope flow I came to drop the information that the people don't know
Yeah, I'm that exact nerd spittin' all the rap words
Shout my homie with the black snapback backwards It's
H-Mack, call it out soon as I see that

Never lock it down 'cos I'm comin' with the free raps
Step to Mack, you pay the price, that's for sure
Hold up, Alex, his camera looks much nicer than yours
Man, could you be my cameraman?

Could we make a switch?
Harry Mack, I got a rapper ending in a sticky sitch I'm just playin', no disrespect, yo, that's my man
Harry Mack, I grab the mic and then I rap for fans
What's good, movin' on, peace, y'all, thanks for the love

Harry Mack, I'm off the tip and I be risin' above
C'mon, we get it movin', constantly improvin' Speaker system on and the Mack is steady groovin'
Yeah, we goin' all down the line
Always down to rhyme, can't bite this sound o' mine

Shout to my man with the thumbs up, I got all the nifty tricks
Ayo, I'm cruisin' on tracks like Route 66
Ayo, it goes down, you know the
Mack just gets off I spit like a boss, shout my man, he got the wristwatch

Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, you know what I'm about
One foot inside the shoe, other foot is out
Ayo, I do my thing, I just lyrically sting
Everybody listenin', they tryna enter the ring Yo!