Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 1

Mother Nature, Toothbrush, Buildings, Charger, Palm Tree, Trust, Homework, Weed, Speaker

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, I put it down in the spot now
Every time I'm spittin', I be comin' with the hot style
Someone throw a word-["Mother nature."]-I'mma put it in a rhyme
Harry Mack, yeah, you know I do it all the time

Yeah, I be better than them other fakers I be ill with the flow, that's just
Mother Nature When it comes to rhymin', yo, I will disturb your brain
Matter fact, I be hittin' like a fuckin' hurricane
["Toothbrush."]
Mother Nature, ain't nothin' you can do about it

Yo, when it comes to kickin' lyrics, I'm truly the proudest
Yeah, grab the microphone and then I do bust I be meaner and cleaner than teeth right after toothbrush
Harry Mack, yo, I do my shit the best
Matter fact, I be fresh like your mouth after Crest

Yeah, when I'm on it, I'm a lyrical boss I use the toothbrush but I rap, so I gotta floss
C'mon, I do it proper when I'm in the spot now
["Buildings."]
Every time I'm spittin', I be comin' with the hot style
Yeah, I grab the microphone and then I'm illing What was your word?

I'm pretty sure you said 'building'
Yeah, ayo, I put 'er on the spot
Every time I kick a lyric, the people can tell it's hot
Yeah, I'm here to drop my sound for the nation

And my flow's built on a strong foundation
["Charger."]
Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm quite major
If I was a buildin', I would be a skyscraper
Harry Mack, yo, it's the people who I rock for

Matter fact, I'm skyscraper, sittin' at the top floor [What was it?]
["Charger."]
Yeah, I do it larger And I get pumped up like a charger
Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm stayin' in the zone
Matter fact, where's the outlet and the plug for my phone?

H-Mack, yo, I do it proper and they mad at me
Rappers step to Mack and they drainin' they battery
C'mon, I do it-["Palm tree!"]-better than the rest
Yo, when I'm on the microphone, I'm comin' with finesse

C'mon, yeah, all these rappers hoppin' all up on me
Shout my homie who dancin' under the palm tree
Harry Mack, yo, I'm ready to smash
Matter fact-["Trust!"]-it's a fact, a palm tree is grass [What?]

["Trust."]
Yo, I'm about to bust I'mma kill the whole game, you can trust Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, you repeat it I'm married to the game and no, I never cheated
["Homework!"]
Yeah, you know I'm 'bout to keep my promise It's
Harry Mack, I'm so sick, I just vomit

Yeah, ayo, I came through with my own shirt
And matter fact, I kill these verses like it's homework
Yeah, Harry Mack, you know I'm 'bout to rip at fools
Yeah, and matter fact, I just be skippin' school 'cos they never taught me how to rock a mic It's

Harry Mack, I told 'em I would rip it and I brought it right
Yo, people get together when I'm on it, I'm just rockin' on
Shout to my girl with the stop sign shades, octagon Yeah, 's
Harry Mack, I do it properly Once we gettin' poppin', my

G, there ain't no stoppin' me How 'bout over here, no words from y'all?
I'mma serve 'em all
["Weed?"]
And I got what you need I spit it flyer plus I get you higher than weed
Harry Mack, I'm on it, yo, I do what you want I'm pullin' off the stunt every time I'm rollin' a blunt

And matter fact, yo, my verses, they be lastin' too long
Yo, fuck a blunt, I'mma step on that and pack up the bong
Yeah, Mack keep it movin', yo, my lyrics 'bout to trouble ya I don't need a bong, I be smokin' out a [bubbler]
Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics is on point

And every time I'm smokin', I be hittin' the long joint
Yeah, it goes down when they throwin' the words The flow is absurd, it's
Harry Mack, I'm sick, I can't be cured
Yo, I do it proper, on the ground where a hater laid

Matter fact, I lay 'em right next to your Gatorade
["Speaker!"]
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm never weaker Came through to
Venice, now I'm bustin' through the speaker
Uh, my flow is sorta cool I ignore you fools; with the speaker, portable

Yeah, Harry Mack, y'all, [I]
just be fillin' the room I came through to
Venice Beach with the UE BOOM Yeah, came to get busy for the girls and boys
If y'all are fuckin' with the Mack, please make some noise C'mon!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 2

Ice Cream, Baby

FREESTYLE:

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Think you better than the
Mack, homie, that's a nice dream I grab the mic and then I melt ya like some ice cream It's
Harry Mack, I be stayin' in my zone
She be eatin' out the bowl, but she be eatin' out the cone

Harry Mack, you know my lyrics are raw
If I need to get the ice cream, I hit Salt & Straw
H-Mack goin' busy, yo, I'm ready to perform
Ayo, I'm fresh with the lyrics, people, I try to warn

Listen, if you step incorrect, then I might murder you I serve a fool, my girl, she got the jeans with stripes that's vertical
Goin' on the overalls, I match it to the outfit
These rappers steppin' up to Mack, it seems they not about shit
Yeah, and when I'm on it, I got lyrics aplenty I came through to kick some styles up at

Abbot Kinney Never seen ya; compared to every rapper, I'm your senior
In fact, my flow is water like bottles of
Aquafina A dreamer, I came to go deeper, I'm gettin' paid
Just like what you got on your face, I'm throwin' shade

And rappers, you don't know where I'm at, you know I'm so fly
Plus she got the hair bun laced up with the bow tie It's
Harry Mack, yo, I'm ready to rip
She got the bow tie on top 'cos she's such a gift

Yo, Harry Mack, I do it, someone throw another word out Lyrics never heard about
["Baby!"]
Uh, when I'm on the mic, they goin' crazy I give birth to the verse, so these lyrics are my baby It's
Harry Mack, when I'm on the mic, it's elevation I'mma shake your hand right now, congratulations
Yeah, Harry Mack, ayo, I'm really 'bout to rise above ya

The freestyle lover, she's about to be a mother It's
Harry Mack, yo, you know I can't recoup
When I'm on the microphone, I'm reppin' for my group
Yeah, I got the ill vibe, that's what I provide

Take you for a ride, people came to join in on the side
Yo, I really do it better, got the lyrics that are clever
Got the skills you couldn't measure, he got watch band made o' leather
Harry Mack, I put it down, I'm feelin' so empowered

Plus he got Hawaiian shirt, the button-up with the flowers
Harry Mack, I'm on it, never fake with the rhymes
Thanks for chillin' and listenin', I'm done takin' your time It's Harry Mack, y'all!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 3

Marijuana, Trophy, Sharp

FREESTYLE:

Yo, Harry Mack get it hotter than a sauna
Smokin' all these microphones just like the marijuana
Represent Los Angeles, my lyrics hella scandalous I go inside dispensary and cop some brand new cannabis
["Trophy."]
Yeah, Harry Mack, you know I keep the flow free

Winnin' every title, I be leavin' with the trophy
Yeah, every time I spit, I'm rhymin' too bold I get the trophy for the title and it's shinin' in gold
["Sharp."]
Yeah, uh, Harry Mack, I'm throwin' the darts I hit the bullseye with flows fly, you know that they sharp
C'mon, I'm cuttin' through 'em, every thing I spit has been true

If my lyrics sharp, then I'd call them a
Ginsu (...) I do it proper with the rhymes you can't believe
Yo, you rappers ain't really artists, y'all just some fleas
Harry Mack, I do it, yo, I am the man

Ayo, I'm addin' lyrics together like ampersand
C'mon, it goes proper; Harry Mack, you know I'm 'bout to show up
And make 'em hold up; with weed, I roll up I'm 'bout to blow up, I'm really gon' explode, I'm who they envy I'm about to cop some cannabis from
MMD Yeah, read it off the corner, number one performer

Tried to warn ya, I be shinin' like the sun in
California Uh, this the person right here who I'mma rap at I could grab that and then flip off your snapback
But I won't 'cos that's my man, y'all got a plan It's
Harry Mack, I'm spittin' lyrics y'all can understand

Yeah "Look, shout out
Harry Mack, it's ya boy P-Baby I hop up on the scene and I drive the scene crazy
Here's a discount on my local shop
If you in the area, then make a stop

We got twenty percent off that cannabis I might do this shit again if you askin', man Once again it's
Harry Mack and we full-fledged He got it, got the street cred, so I ain't goin' to bed
See, I never sleep, I'm always hungry, gotta get it fly I'm never dressed like no bum, he takes me in the sky
Two times to go and two times to flow It's

Harry Mack and ya boy PC, though"
Uh [All right, lemme get one--lemme, lemme get one about you, bro, check it.]
Yo, Harry Mack, when I'm on it, yo, I flow off the head
And everything I smoke is green and blue like your dreads

Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm ill off the brain
He said, "No, I'm not a rapper but I still got a chain!"
Yeah, Harry Mack, I do it, when I'm spittin', I'm shinin' I be rhymin', I'm blingin' kinda like my man's diamonds
Yeah, and I can rap off the top like no other man I got somethin' different inside o' my rubber bands

Hundred-dollar bills, yo, you know I'mma stack 'em up
Every time I'm spittin', yo, I got the people actin' up
Yeah, nobody spit that hard When he hear me do a line, he's like, "That kid got bars!"
Yo, I throw down with the lyrical ammo I slam foes, he be walkin' up in the camo I'm

Rambo, Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm off the head with raps
He got the Jordans, the gray, red and black Yeah, uh

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 4

Bruno, Dogs, Yellow, Red, Sierra

FREESTYLE:

[Okay, whatcha got?]
["Bruno."]
Yo, uh I'm never fakin' when I'm creatin', I come with the true flow
Tryna write a couple pop hits like Bruno
H-Mack, I'm on it, I'mma shine with the stars
Somethin' like the homie Bruno, I be blastin' to Mars

H-Mack, next level, now you know how it goes I be improvisin' live while I'm kickin' the flows
["Dogs."]
[Huh?]
["Dogs."]
You know I be leavin' 'em bogged in the fog
Off the leash like a dog It's
Harry Mack, when I'm spittin', man, you know that I stay prime

Matter fact I'm growlin', like I was a canine
Harry Mack, I'm on it, I be keepin' the raps sick
If I was a dog, then I guess I'd be rabid
Yeah, when I'm on it, I be ready to strike

["Yellow."]
But unlike a rabid dog, I ain't never gon' bite Did you say yellow?
Cool, my freestyle's mellow!
Harry Mack, off the top, I be the most fresh fellow
["Red."]
Yeah, told you, I be the rhyme programmer

If it's a fruit and it's yellow, then I guess it's banana
If it's a fruit and it's red, then I guess it's an apple
Or maybe it's your swimsuit, I be messin' with that, though
H-Mack, yo, I call it out however it goes I be spittin' nonstop, way too clever with flows

Yeah, every time I spit, y'all know my rhymes are prime
Tonight we gonna party like it's 1999
["Sierra."]
Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, I make 'em aware o'
Yo, I hit rappers with mist, I'm talkin' Sierra

Yeah, Harry Mack, I call it out, I'm droppin' the names
All these rappers get to duckin' when we lobbin' the flames
Uh/Yeah 1 , H-Mack, I do it, when I'm on it, I'm prime
And she got the braids with silver so her braids can shine

Harry Mack, when I'm on it, yo, I'm spittin' it rare I like your earrings, but when I rap, I'm never a square
C'mon, it goes down and they love how I'm rhymin'
But the square hangs sideways so now it's a diamond
We shinin'; Harry Mack, I came with the style

All right, I been takin' up your time for too much awhile 2 I'mma throw the high fives, Harry
Mack, the flow is loot I'mma let y'all get right back to your photoshoot
Harry Mack, yo, I make heads spin
Comin' off o' the top, y'all, once again

It's like that, yo! 1 Point of overlap in the edit. 2
ESL note: while understood to mean "too long" or "too much time," too much awhile is an unconventional phrase.

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 5

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

We go on, Harry Mack, I make ya think
Shout my girl down here who be holdin' both drinks
H-Mack, doin' what I wanna when I spit
Yeah, you know I'm really all up on th' shit

Keepin' it movin', man, you know they never tried
Treatin' rappers kinda like that, they get fried
H-Mack, yo, I go past 'em all
Yo, I bounce over tracks like a basketball

C'mon, H-Mack, man, you know I just be flexin' live
Kinda like my homie over here, it's rhyme exercise
H-Mack, yo, I do what I need, gettin' hype Shout my homie with the ADIDAS stripes
H-Mack, do it proper, yo, I get you high like a weed sack

Hold up, Alex, we gon' need that
Yo, that looks like it holds the phone
Yo, Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm never a clone
It's like this, y'all-- [Aw, there it is, there it is.]

[A'right, a'right, a'right, go, go, go!]
Yo, check it... [A'right, a'right, a'right, do your thing.
Hit it, hit it.] Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, check it
Harry Mack, I use my mind like a weapon Kinda like this dude, I'm lyrically flexin'

H-Mack, man, you know I'm 'bout to spit at y'all
Hold up, and like his legs, I be kickin' y'all
H-Mack, yo, I stay up in effect mode
Yo, I grab the microphone and then I let go C'mon, it's

Harry Mack, I kill a rap song
Flexin' like his abs, shout my homie with the hat on
H-Mack, doin' it proper, you know I'm lastin' too long
And like his body, yo, my lyrics is strong

H-Mack, when I'm on it, yo, the people gon' thank me
Hold up, dude, can you tell me why mine's so lanky?
God damn, I gotta be puttin' 'em curls in It's
Harry Mack, step to Mack, I'm makin' your world end

Yeah, every time I spit, you know that it's fresh
And like the brand of his hat, yo, I make these rappers guess
What I'm doin', it's a mess When I spit it, yo, you know I just be spittin' the best I got 'im hittin' his chest
Yeah, it goes down when I'm up in the spot

Yo, I kick all the lyrics and they love it a lot
Yeah, when I'm on the mic, yo, I kill the shit exactly
Shout my homie who be barefoot with the khakis
H-Mack, callin' out what I'm seein', though

Can't hold me down 'cos I'm gettin' free with flows
Yeah, /it/ goes like that, I got the rare look
Yo, my homie be on the sand and he's barefoot
Harry Mack, do it proper, writin' with a pen, not a crayon

Shout my homie, black socks and white Vans
Yeah, I be doin' whatever I'm feelin' whenever I'm killin'
You know that I'm drillin' into your mental, and every flow essential I don't need pen or pencil, I never trace a stencil I told you, grab the microphone and then I bend you
Yeah, I get on the mic and I be reckless

Should my homie with the purple stone necklace
H-Mack, doin' everything he wanna I be smokin' microphones like marijuana
Yeah, thank you, guys
Yo, much respect to you 'cos I spits it wise High five, yeah, very clear

H-Mack, y'all, we gettin' outta here It's like that!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 6

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yo, yo, uh [...] hold u'
Harry Mack comin' through with the mad style
He was like, "Dawg, I'll battle you right now!" I said, "Yo, press the master disc... ...But hold on, I'm 'bout to rap, let's do it after this!"
Yeah, Harry Mack, ain't nobody live as me Congratulations to my girl, she's the bride-to-be

Yeah, I got the ill styles, yo, you know it's scary
My name is Harry, congrats to her for gettin' married
Yeah, when I'm on it, I be doin' my thing
Matter fact, my lyrics bling like a wedding ring

H-Mack gettin' down when I'm up in the spot
Yeah, everything I'm kickin' off the top is too hot
Yeah, it's too hot, yo, it's smokin' hot
Don't joke a lot, shout my girl in the polka dots

H-Mack call it out, yo, I'm lettin' the rap snap
Plus, she done matched the black top to the black hat
C'mon, it goes down, you fake as a spray tan
Shout to my girl, she be rockin' the Ray-Ban

H-Mack doin' it, you know I'm too proper The show-stopper, it be classical like the opera
Yeah, I keep goin', I don't stop 'til I'm dead
Like this, my lyrics come off the head
Harry Mack, yo, I wave the mic like a wand

Shout my girl 'cos she bleached the hair blonde
Harry Mack put it down proper, yo, you know I'm tight, fresh
She be showin' up to the weddin' rockin' the white dress
Harry Mack, doin' it for girls and boys

If you're feelin' what you're hearin', please make some noise
Aight, we still in effect
Every time I'm on the mic, you know I'm catchin' wreck
Yeah, before I kick a rhyme, you know I gotta think first

She be chillin' in the white top and the pink skirt
Harry Mack, I put it down proper and I'm so cold
Plus she got the ill iPhone with the rose gold
Yeah, it goes down so correctly Rappers talkin' shit on my name, it don't affect me I'mma kill 'em 'specially if they are a fake lord

Shout my homie in the yellow T-shirt with the skateboard
Yeah, when I'm on it, rock 'em hardly
Hold up, dawg, get outta here, you ain't the wedding party
Naw, I'm playin', yo, you're cool to stay

Yo, when I'm on the mic, I'm 'bout to do it for days
Yeah, no one do it better, I'm a master like I'm
Shredder I be gettin' to the cheddar, she be lookin' like a leopard Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, girl, you know I dot it

Kinda like the pattern on your shirt, I'm gettin' spotted
H-Mack, comin' through, girl, you know I spit from the heart I be comin' with them genuine parts
Yeah, I read it off the top, ayo, it's so obscene I be reppin' for the Motor Team
Yeah, Harry Mack do it, man, you know I came to strut

Like the top o' your dress, all these rappers getting cut
Yeah, I do what I feel, I'm on top
Once I get to spittin', yo, you know it's nonstop
Every time I'm on it, I be vivid with the flow

When I start kickin' the lines, the girls say, "Ohhh!"
And they followin' suit
Yeah, every time I'm rockin', y'all know that it's cute
Gettin' down when I'm on it, I be killin' the scene

Both o' y'all be matchin' with the shorts that are jeans Yeah, 's
Harry Mack, yo, you know I'm 'bout to do it now
They got their arm around each other;
Harry Mack, I'm like none other I be phatter than the blubber; every time I kill it, I erase this

She got the white and pink bracelet
H-Mack, yo, I call what I see, though
Off top, I be bangin' with a free flow
Yeah, I knew y'all would be loud I knew if I got the bride, I could film the whole crowd

Yeah, that's all that I had to do
Harry Mack, yo, that I do
Yo, when I'm on the mic, yo, I'm comin' with a fly crew
When you gettin' married, you better say, "I do!"

Otherwise, y-- [Yo, haha, high five!
Fuck it, I love you guys!]

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 7

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Harry Mack, yo, I'm spittin' with persistence I seen these two dudes watchin' in the distance
Harry Mack, I bring everyone together I be through the sunny weather, can't nobody do it better
Spittin' for the pleasure when I'm with the lyrical reports
Shout to my girl who be rockin' in the shorts

H-Mack, yo, I'm leavin' all you rappers buried I do it in a hurry, she got the hair that's curly
Yeah, I'm drivin' everybody crazy Your hair reminds me of that, wavy
Uh, I'm whippin' up another notion Got the potion, got these rappers overdosin'
Yeah, ayo, it might be rare

Yeah, if I kick a lyrics, then they likely there
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, get my psyche clear
Yo, I be walkin' on clouds like Nike Airs
C'mon, Harry Mack, man, I sweat the reports She came through with stripes and sweatshorts

Harry Mack, yo, I'm flowin' off the brain
Yo, rappers gettin' sweaty like some Hanes
Gross, yo, I'mma play the post, yo, I'mma do the most, yo
Harry Mack, I'm comin' with the gross flow

Yeah, and you know I just be rappin' in a jam
E'e'ybody slappin' on the hand Comin' around, ayo, I'm gettin' to 'visin'
Every time I'm off the top, you know I'm spittin' it live
Yeah, check it, when I'm on the mic, I'm feelin' gleeful

This the main cameraman, this here is for B roll
Yeah, and I'm not gonna stop
Harry Mack off the top, lyrics too hot
Yeah, I stay way far out of reach

Got more lyrics to teach, I step up and I preach I told you I'mma get it, they lovin' the way I spit it
Every bar I spit gon' land
Harry Mack gon' rock the jam I be killin' it off o' the tip o' the dome while standin' on sand
It's like that, y'all!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 3 – Clip 8

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, ayo, my lyrics hella clever Strong dudes next to me make me look better
What can I say, yo, I really put the work in
Killin' every freestyle, that much is for certain
Yeah, ayo, I spit and it's death

Yo, shout the homies here who be gettin' they reps
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm comin' with the thunder flow
Truth told, I can't even do one o' those