Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 1

Cheese, Berries, Vagina, Apricot, Avocado, Guitar, Leonardo Dicaprio

FREESTYLE:

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, check it I be killin' emcees with ease
When I'm on a mic, I be gettin' the cheese
When it come to rhymin', can't nobody do it better I be gettin' the money, I'm gettin' to the cheddar

What was your word?
I ain't hear it, what'd you say?
["Berries."]
Harry Mack, I flow off the head
My name's Harry--["MacBooks!"]--and my freestyles vary When I'm on the mic, I'm gettin' juicy as a berry

Lemme said the word first 'fore you throw another one, you're too fast
Harry Mack, I make ya shake ya ass I'mma pass all these rappers when I'm doin' what I feel
Every time I kick a lyric, they can tell that it's real
["Vagina."]
Yeah, I'm the illest rhymer

Every time I rhyme, I'm tight like a vagina
H-Mack, when I'm on it, I'mma do it better
Matter fact, my freestyles get 'em wetter
H-Mack, man, the beat, I'm 'bout to ride it

["Apricot!"]
I treat the track like a pussy and I go inside it
Yeah, Harry Mack, they can hate me not
In fact, I be more juicy than a apricot I get down when I'm on it, I'm gettin' the loot
Yeah, when I'm on the mic, I'm more flavorful than fruit I'mma do what I feel, man, ya know that

I'm the shit Unlike a apricot, my flow never the pits
H-Mack put it down constantly
["Avocado!"]
Grab the microphone and I bomb emcees I got the raw bravado, I eat all the tacos
Off o' Alvarado, extra avocado

H-Mack, gettin' down when I'm up in the mix
When it come to freestyles, no one fuckin' with this
["Guitar!"]
Yeah, Harry Mack, I got 20/20 so I see far I'mma pluck your heartstrings kinda like a guitar
H-Mack gettin' down with the music I ain't got a mic, so I guess I'm an acoustic

Maybe I'm electric, my flow is too eclectic
And when I kill the game, ain't nobody expect it [What'd you say?]
["Leonardo DiCaprio."]
Yeah, I rap with flows like DiCaprio
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, yo, you know my flow is shameless I'mma be like

DiCap except more famous When I'm on it, yo, my flow is gigantic I'mma star in the movie like it's Titanic
Harry Mack, I'm terrific with the flows If I'm DiCaprio, then my woman's name is Rose
H-Mack, yo, you know I'm sinkin' yo' ship
And when it come to freestyles, I be thinkin' too quick

Yeah, I stopped them and they thought it'd be a wack sound
Now I got, like, twenty people watchin' in the background

Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 2

Necklace, Painting, Camera

FREESTYLE:

["Necklace."]
Yeah, I be reckless Here to Texas, I be shinin' like yo' necklace
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, man, you know I smash yo' asses
["Painting."]
And he use it as a stand for sunglasses
Harry Mack, yo, I got the people fainting

Matter fact, I'm artistic just like a painting
When I'm on the mic, I be comin' with the god flow I ain't a rapper, I'm Pablo, that's Picasso
H-Mack goin' down every time I'm slammin', you weird
When I'm flowin', I grow like a beard

Yeah, when I'm on it, man, you know I keep the flow free I let my shit go wild, my homie, he got the goatee
Yeah, I'mma put it down properly All these other rappers put they shit together sloppily
When I'm on the mic, these rappers is who I'm embarrassin' I represent the
US, so I guess I'm an American I'mma call it out when I'm on it, yo, I'm fillin' up, I'm goin' on the ride I be swellin' up with pride

Harry Mack, yo, I be crazy, son I be makin' noise like a Harley Davidson
H-Mack put it down, man, you know I'm gettin' loose
Shout to the girls who be sippin' on the juice
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, man, you know I make it happen

Every time I grab the mic, you know that I be really snappin'
Uh, I be like the world's Eighth Wonder
Yeah, she be sippin' juice with cucumber
H-Mack, put it down on the scene

Kinda like a cucumber, Harry Mack is gettin' green
Now they dancin' when I'm enhacin'--["Camera."]--I be romancin' I told you I'm about to change my fuckin' stance when I'm rappin'
Yeah, I'm just testin' all my stamina I damage ya, amateur, while we filmin' on the camera
H-Mack puttin' it down, you know I'm in that

Every time I'm spittin', leave you opposite o' intact
Yeah, Harry Mack, I spit it up in code
Wack rappers, yeah, I'm on a different road
Harry Mack, I just be followin' my path

Make you feel the wrath, it gon' be a fuckin' bloodbath
Yeah, when I'm on it, yo, you know I'm not a dummy
Nothin' funny, but you got the shit, so I'mma steal your money
Naw, I'm playin', Harry Mack, I'm stayin' in the lab

Hunh, I just display the gift o' gab
Yeah, I be out here spittin' with a passion I jack his dough and his friends are laughin'
That's messed up, naw, I'm playin'
Harry Mack, all up in the zone, I'm stayin'

Yeah, when I'm on the mic, who are we?
I know you drive Mercedes, I can tell by your car key
H-Mack, man, you know you can't enhance me Hold up, your car's hella fuckin' fancy
Harry Mack, yo, I just be tickin' like a time bomb

Meanwhile, I'm in a 2005 Scion Damn, I gotta upgrade my steez
Harry Mack, I just spit the way I please
Aight, peace to y'all, now I be throwin' a pound
Every time I kick a rhyme, you know it's goin' on down It's like that, y'all!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 3

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

All right
Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics get it gushy
Yeah, I go inside deep like some pussy
Harry Mack, I'm the number-one rhymer I told you when I recite, I'm tight like vagina

H-Mack, yo, got the lyrical flex I make my rhythmic field feel better than sex
Harry Mack, I'm on it, I don't take no loss
How you throw the word pussy when you got you a cross Tattoo?
Damn, I don't understand!

Harry Mack, yo, I'm makin' all my lyrics land
Yeah, when I'm on it, man, you know I got 'em backin' up
She ain't wanna stop, now I got her ass crackin' up
H-Mack, yo, I do what I feel Everything I spit off the top too real

Yeah, I'm ill when I create My flow great, get you high like you puffin' a vape
H-Mack, when I do it, yo, I'm usin' a tool
Hold up, that ain't weed, yo, it looks like a Juul
H-Mack, gettin' down, man, you know I'm 'bout to rip mine I'mma bungee, matter fact, I hit the zip line

Harry Mack, when I'm on it, yo, I keep the flow foul
Ill style, I be representin' SoCal
Yeah, Harry Mack, sweet Jesus When I kick the freestyle, man, they can't believe it
He's just too fresh when he does what he does

Yo, when I'm on the mic, I'm about to give y'all a buzz
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm flowin' off the head, son Damn, are you Satanic?
See you got a red tongue!
H-Mack, what the fuck you been drinkin'?

Step to the Mack, I'm like, "What the fuck you thinkin'?"
Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, I say what I meant
Lyrics gets you bent, he be filmin' in the tent
Harry Mack, I holds it down I represent 'til golden crown

This moment, here, you'll remember this I been dope like this since the genesis
Turn around, you can see it off the T-shirt back there
Every time I spazz, man, you know I keep the raps rare
Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, I got the clever words

Tell me I'm not the best rapper that you ever heard
Yo, I got the shit you enjoy I'mma rock out like Pink Floyd
Harry Mack, man, I'm never gon' fall
Call me Pink Floyd, I'mma hop over the wall Yeah!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 4

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

I'm gettin' down with the mellow reports
Shout my homie in the black T-shirt and yellow shorts I'm representin', yeah, you know I'm not no dummy
Gettin' money, nothin' funny, he got shades on 'cos it's sunny I'mma do it properly, yo, I'm bustin' it rare
Every time that I grab on the mic, my lyrics puff like your hair

H-Mack, I do it raw every time that I'm wilin' I'm stylin', they profilin', my homie is smilin' I make the people laugh when I stay on my path
If you steppin' to the Mack, I make you feel the wrath
Yeah, I be representin' with the rhymin' crew
Damn, I was two back in '92

Yo, I was born in '90, it's
Harry Mack, I'm on a rhyme spree, this the
Heatcheck All these corny rappers who we reject
If I hear your tape and I don't like it, I press eject

I'm the only rapper in the game, y'all need to respect
He gets props when I flip nonstop
My lyrics hot, these other rappers must've forgot
Hold up, when it comes to rhymin', I be causin' more slaughter

It's too hot for me not to have a fuckin' horchata I should grab that, yo, I should go and place a order 'cos when it be comin' to rhymin', I'm the freestyle reporter
Nothin' short o' great; shout to my man, appreciate
If you feelin' the pain, then I'll alleviate
Yeah, we movin' on, truer songs when I'm reppin'

Killin' any rapper in the game who be steppin'
She got the stripes, my lyrics hype, I'm all right
Everything I spit is tight, she got the blue pants, shirt that's white
Yo, I'm callin' out the the outfit, she be scared when I spit it

Most these rappers in the game, they don't even get it
They talked about it but we did it, I spit it real
My flows is colorful like chairs that are teal I reveal, ayo, these rappers hella bored I got the type o' lyrics that you cannot afford
Get it? 'cos that's a fuckin' Ford!

Harry Mack, I'mma cause a fuckin' encore

Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 5

Jeans, Eyeball, Leather, Belt, Beer

FREESTYLE:

Harry Mack, I'm the freshest on the scene
It's in my DNA, this rap shit is in my genes
All the bullshit, yo, that's what I'm transcendin'
Leavin' rappers blue like the color of your denim

It goes down, when I'm on the mic, I make it felt
Matter fact, I shine like this shit here on your belt
That's the metal, I never settle, I make it known 'cos
I'm the best Too fresh, they can't hang like your vest It's

Harry Mack, I put it down forever when I'm bangin'
Off o' the top o' the mind, my lyrics aimin'
Somebody throw a word, I'mma put it in my rhyme
["Eyeball."]
Check the way I shine When I kick my lyrics, you can tell they fly, y'all

And my vision 20/20 from the eyeball
Harry Mack grab the microphone and smash it I be makin' contact, never needed glasses
Harry Mack, I'mma do it proper, no repeatin' I'm bleedin', I don't even need 'em when I'm readin'
But, understand, yo, I'mma have to tell ya, I report, G I'm prob'ly gonna need 'em when I'm 40

Everybody starts to lose they vision eventually
But I got the third eye vision, I see it mentally
Someone throw another word and I'mma gon' incorporate
["Leather!"]
You know my flow is sorta great I last forever, I shine through any weather

Whatever, you know my flow is tougher than your leather
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, I'mma turn it loud I get proud, yo, I heard they get the leather from a cow I'm a boss, ayo, I never take a loss
My lyrics prime, just like some leather when it's soft
Harry Mack, I'm on it, I'm like whatever, I pack it I rap quick, I'm sick, I'mma need a leather jacket I'm back with adrenaline, feelin' so empowered

Spit for hours; when flowin', I be growin' like these flowers
Go it off the dress, y'all know that
I'm the best I represent live and I'm ready to test Give me another word
["Belt."]
I spit it absurd [What?]

["Belt."] Yeah... [Belt?]
["Belt."]
Yeah, check it, Harry Mack, off the top I spit, I do not write
And somethin' like a belt that goes like this, I'm too tight It's
Harry Mack, I'm on it forever, you know I mean it
And when it comes to lyrics off the top, yo, I'm a genius

Ayo, I got the lyrics that's real, these rappers can't bust
Yeah, my lyrics like a belt holdin' your pants up
You need me, yo, I make these freestyles easy
Grab the microphone and then I wreck this shit for sheezy

He movin' by with the cart, I'm flowin' from the heart
When I be kickin' right off o' the mental, my lyrics is art I be throwin' down properly, y'all know that I'm deadly
My lyrics like yo' big, black boots, that means they heavy
Slice like machete, y'all know I flow so dope, bro

Shout my homie, black slacks and the polo
Chillin' in the background and he's filmin' what I'm sayin'
When it comes to kickin' lyrics, Harry
Mack is never playin'

C'mon, I let my beard grow, callin' me a weirdo I turned down, looked around, where the fuck'd my beer go?
It's over there, I gotta grab it 'fore I'm done I be in the session, I be rappin' just for fun
Gimme one more, I'm about to hit it
Somebody throw a word, and check the way I spit it What you got?

["Beer."]
I'mma make it hot!
Harry Mack, sippin' a beer, it hits the spot
When I'm on a microphone, you know I just excel with raps I be the type to crush a whole 12-pack
It goes down when I'm on it 'cos my lyrics is liver I don't be sippin'

Coors, Natty Light or Budweiser I like
IPAs, shout to my DJ I hold it down, though
Harry Mack, you know I brought the sound, bro
Yeah, you gon' take a loss, all you kids I be spittin' for the people who be crossin' the bridge

Harry Mack, when I'm on it, man, my lyrics have been sick I'm at the flea market 'cos my lyrics is vintage
Like fine wine, my rhymes prime, my mind shines with adrenaline
When I kick my lyrics, they rememberin'
Yeah, y'all know my shit is ill and great

To make your boots, did they really have to kill a snake? Or an alligator? It's
Harry Mack, I'm shinin', I get down for all the haters

Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 6

Cheese, Rap, Purple, ‘I Don’T Know’, Car

FREESTYLE:

Uh, uh [All right, what was the word?]
["Cheese."]
Yeah, I do as I please Nothin' funny, gettin' to the money, gettin' the cheese
Harry Mack, you know I control the zone I said I'm better with the cheddar and the provolone I get(s) biz off the top, I do harm, I'm bomb
Matter fact, my lyrics salty like some

Parmesan I break 'em off, yo, I flow off every word, though I'm bangin' out and comin' through with an absurd flow
["Rap."]
Yo, I just cap When I rap, ayo, these other rappers is some rats
Yeah, and when I'm on it, yo, my shit be prime
They some rats like that rapper named 6ix9ine Oh, shit!

Tryna blow up off the controversy!
Harry Mack, I'm gettin' down, I got the bombest verse, G
And when I'm on it, I'mma kick you out the house
Harry Mack is bigger, I'm a rat to your mouse

Check it, when I'm on it, yo, these suckers ain't about rap
In fact, I just snap over tracks like a mousetrap
Uh, it goes down, someone throw me one more I'mma hit 'em with the lyrics they can't afford
["Purple!"]
Yeah, ayo, I kill the whole circle

And all the weed I'm smokin' is green and also purple I roll it in the day, though, y'all do it like none other I'm purple like your
T-shirt, yo, that's my favorite color
Harry Mack, I call it out, you know I'm in your dream
Freshest on the scene, I be lovin' whole purple color scheme

C'mon, it goes down off the head
This, here, is called maroon, it's like purple with red
Yo, I leave these rappers dead; when I do what I feel, you lose
It's kinda like they mixin' shirt with her shoes

Then you get my pants here, that's the way that it happens I be snappin' every time I'm gettin' busy with rappin'
["I don't know..."]
Yo, I got the flyest flows All right, I'mma rhyme off that: I don't know
Harry Mack, yo, my lyrics hella fly I don't know, like what happens when you die I don't know, like I don't trust no religion I don't know, like I don't think these rappers have vision
Yeah, I'm off-top with flyest flows, I'm goin' high, my bro

And if you ask who's better, homie, I don't know
Who's got another word for the mix?
["Car!"]
Break 'em with the lyrical fix My flow is godly; she came with the word, yo, she got me
Rappers like some Ford Accords, I'm Maserati

Guerrilla Bars Episode 4 – Clip 7

Do, Slit, Bars, Jordan

FREESTYLE:

Yeah Okay, my shit is major, representin' at the @laser.razor
When I'm on the mic, yo, you know my shit is nice
["Do."]
Like a laser, I'm precise; like a razor, I'mma slice [What'd you say?]
["Do."]
Yeah, you know how I do Came to represent with the dope-ass crew

My shit be spreadin' like the flu
Every time I come through You need the hand sanitizer 'cos the man is wiser [What'd you say?]
["Slit."] Ayo... [Sled?]
["Slit."]
[Slit!]
Ayo, I'm really 'bout to rip this shit
And when I be up on it, yo, you know I'm catching wreck

And the thing I'm leavin' slit is a corny rapper's neck It's
Harry Mack, I'm on it, yo, I do not give a fuck
["Bars!"]
I hit with the slit and you know I leave a cut
Hittin' hard with the bars, I be shinin' like a star

It be Harry fuckin' Mack, bitch, they knowin' who we are I get down when I'm in it, man, I hit you in yo' tooth
Livin' proof, I came to rap up in the booth
Ayo, when I'm on it, I be raw, son, ew
["Jordan!"]
And I'm really representin' with the Awesome Bill What'd you say?

Yo, I missed that--["Jordan!"]--I was readin' your shirt!
I be Jordan on the court, I be leavin' 'em hurt
When I'm on it off the tip, I'm kickin' plenty frees I said I'm
Jordan, rhyme-reportin', number 23 Harry Mack, I'm all up in it, I be rappin' so insane I'mma hit 'em with the flames;

Jordan-legend in the game I flow free like
Kobe, they know me He goes way too ham when he spits it
The man, he gon' rip shit Flippin' up the flows; when I go into it, bro off the head swole
Lyrics give you wings like a Red Bull

Yeah, when I spit my lyrics, you know they remember me I'm sippin'
Hennessey, I mix it with this for the energy I tend to be the greatest, other rappers hate this
We up on the rise, you know they are unrelated
Yeah, and I'mma fill these corny rappers up with anguish I think it's

Pepsi but it's in a different language
Yeah, and you know I'm a true boss
Look, with his shirt, his hat 'n also his shoes off My man!